Chapter 1
Frankly, quite honestly, I'd never thought I'd find
such a warm, warm, soul.
I've never felt the need; the want;
to protect or to clutch to my center, hold close safe and forever.
It is known forever is temporal.
It is a fleeting feeling of hope, of optimism and spurred on by that one giant star and its divine partner;
the moon - and so I will let go.
is why when the time comes, if it ever, I will let go.
Because forever is temporal, again, I tell myself, no?
Frankly, quite honestly, I'd never thought I'd feel this way - to release my hold, readily, magnanimously so.
Why won't I clutch on tightly? You might ask.
With all my strength I can't make the ocean's waves stop caressing the shoreline; nor can I command the branches of the tree to sway against the wind. Fallen leaves cannot be re-attached; water that escapes the reservoirs do not flow back.
What good will it do me to catch the butterfly that eludes the caress of my hands? In haste I might kill it between the palms that yearned to hold it gently.
Instead, here I lay, wistfully, patiently waiting. If it is to be, it will return.
Frankly, quite honestly, my head is telling me to do what's right, that everyone's got a choice and I should respect that rule in life.
Earnestly, however, my heart, oh my dear, dear, heart...
It's telling me to breathe - through my tears - it's a tough journey, but it will be well enough to see you through, to be there, until you require none of me any-more.
And that might very well be enough for me, do you see?
