CONNECTION

Somewhere out there, a couple is kissing for the first time while they slide wedding rings into their entwined fingers; where love is making itself known with warmth and sadness alike; where knowledge flies out of dry books and finds its way into the ways of men; where they believe that Utopia is possible.

A woman is a soul of mystery, sometimes to herself as well. She can take the pain of an entire ocean yet not shed a tear. She can be a need for a hundred souls, an inspiration to the fallen and shoulder to the broken. She can become everything one needs her to be. But sometimes she’s just her; dreamer like a child and winged like a free bird; trying to let go everything; dying to be alone…

We grown ups have forgotten the fun that’s there in the spontaneity of the moments. Doing something silly because it needs to be done not because it would be appreciated. Wondering and wandering in the clouds that take up any shape we would have wanted. Everything mundane would have been a bliss. A colorful butterfly would have been the achievement of the day. Scrapped knees would have been a reason for tears. And an honest laugh when we would have fallen with a friend…