9//26//23
of galaxies and dogs, creativity and love.
If only the solution to every problem was to write about it...
...or to paint.
There really is no room in this world, oversaturated with instant gratification, for the creative mind.
My dogs don't know any better.
They are two standalone galaxies, covered in fur, where the only physics is some complex formula that boils down to one word:
Love.
When you are your own piece of heaven, how can you begin to comprehend stress or money, or that there is any other way to feel except for...
Love?
Each time the recollection of this epiphany shoots across the sky of my own inundated atmosphere, my mind implodes in an array of frivolity and hollowed-out-completely-heartbreak...
...and I'm left feeling like a sea-worn sailor who approaches the ravages of a storm-torn ocean with cautionary knowing...
...and a secret giddiness for the journey ahead.
I envy those who can turn their minds to steel and face the world through gritted smiles.
Every time I've tried, I've chipped a tooth.
About the Creator
Kit Val
I have always been fond of the human condition.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
love this stream of conscious, so well described!
Oh wow, this was so profound and hard hitting. Loved your poem!