josephene

Floating on a breeze...constantly on the move, she continues her quest for understanding. The logistics she effortlessly controls as if fulfilling her prophecy. The beauty of the chaos is her warm blanket on a cold night. Optimism laces her life, intricately binding her as a shallow breath corset.

Voices of reason, kept on mute, she doesn't want to hear. Fearful of being dealt the trump card she already sees lying on the table in front of her. Time appears to be the enemy, picking off her dreams one moment at a time.

The beauty that she has found is nothing compared to the beauty that found her. Unplanned, unprecedented, and without a realistic notion to be found, she saw herself become the woman she could truly be. Without ceremonial transformation, she changed. With nothing but resistance to fuel the fire, it continued to spread. Fire burns as he soothes.

The comfort she found within herself, turned out to be the gift she never knew she had wanted.The pillar of honesty creates the shade to relax against. The dark beam shields her from facing reality. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, always consistent, it's always there.

Questions surround her, inching in, demanding answers. There's no way to avoid the pressing inquiries. Question after question, in the familiar voice as her own. Quiet the questions, enjoy the moment, is that too much to ask? Why must one expect? Why can't we just lie in contentment? Why are good deeds rewarded with higher challenges? Why can't she imagine happiness at this level with anyone else?

Shhhh...quiet.