Words… just words?

I get it that nobody “owes” anyone a reply on here, but often ghosts are just rude and ill-mannered I think. 

Dance

Make that memory

Sing

Visit that place

Learn

Realise your dream

Laugh

Right that wrong

Forgive

Tell that person

Create

Make your mark

Rejoice

Be fully you

While you can

I’ll try. I will.

Maybe. Yes.

Just think. Do.

Copy. Create.

Sit. Drive forward.

Exist. Live.

Comfort. Thrill.

Tomorrow. Today.

Live your biggest life.

Enigmatic

Essential. Wasteful

Elusive. Inescapable

Restorative. Debilitating

Safe. Dangerous

Comforting. Terrifying

Loving. Lonely

Let go

Of unreasonable expectations.

Foolish hope

Your self critic

Your comfort

Past ways no longer right

The grudge

The bitterness

Regrets

Let go

Of fear

People who erode or stifle

And rise

Fly

And soar

You are worth more .

Listening not hearing.

Devoted presence, not just space sharing.

Look at me, not your phone.

See me. Really see me.

Beautiful fireworks lighting up the sky.

Delicate spiderwebs hanging with new morning’s dew.

The strength of rock.

The fragility of a snowflake.

The subtlety of a kaleidoscope.

You are all these beautiful things and more.

So am I.

Both sublimely unique.

Both perfect in our imperfections.

We are lucky to exist together in this mere flicker of time.

Let’s not waste all the opportunities.

Let’s give each other more.

89%* of people agree.

All-new.

Age defying.

Organic.

Experienced…of course

Dominant.

Best ever.

submissive.

slave.

Labels.

Shallow shorthand

Often meaningless.

Lazy.

Limiting.

Look deeper.

Be bigger.

No adequate label.

You’re You.

Truly amazing.

Truly unique

You.

Rope can control us.

So, too, leather and chains.

Perhaps a cage.

But these control just limbs.

Master the mind. Harness the heart.

Only then is control pure and complete.

Leave the rope; a gesture will do.

Cast aside the chains, just look and she will know.

Control is power.

But precious privilege too.

Use it well, with empathy, love and good intent.

Else it and she will leave you.

Waves crashing against the unforgiving headland

Translucent wings of a dragonfly.

The smell of woodsmoke on a cold, misty, winters morning

Church bells bringing people to celebrate a couple’s love

A crumpled, dry, brittle leaf fallen from the tree

Hard rain battering the window while you stroke your lover’s delicate skin

The arch of the back, the gasp, the clench

The most beautiful thing.

Cold

Grey

Sharp

Hurtful

Empty

Wasteful

Crushes

Kills

Acid on a tender sapling

The cruelest thing…