from mine to yours
Climbing higher and higher into the night sky. Looking down to see the lights of the latest city fade into darkness as my neighbors also fade to sleep.
No matter where you are leaving from, you always leave a part of yourself on the runway.
No matter where you are going to, at a certain height we all look alike.
Image: Plane ride home from Uruguay – April 2017
To the man I’ve loved while single.
To the one who’s held my heart and never my hand.
To the person that does not exist beyond the walls of my memory.
I’m dating my fantasy. Lost in the idea of what should have been. Unable to see what still can be.
Look forward, wounded dreamer. Your future is not found within your imagination.
Look up, humbled heart. Your journey is full of wonder yet.
Time to break free from your memory.
You made my world feel so big.
It was endless and full of hope. Big enough to hold dreams I could not have imagined. Something that held mysteries still to be explored.
I loved it. And I loved you for it.
You kept my eyes open and full of wonder. My feet were unsure, yet I danced with excitement for the future.
But I miss you, and the horizon is nearer, my world smaller.
My vision gets cloudy. My passion wanes. I can no longer imagine beyond what I see. Fear reigns in my dreams.
Open my eyes once again, to a new Love.
She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future.
Proverbs 31:25
Do you know what doubt costs? Do you know what it steals?
That little voice inside your head is slowing you.
What is it saying and what are you afraid to believe?
I think if we knew what doubt cost, we’d be afraid of that instead.