Sleeping Wide Open

Infinite falling (an almost love story)

The days slip by and we let our minds ghost our souls. What brings happiness can seem so elusive and yet, it’s here, that we keep searching. Only once in a lifetime a precious soul, a muse, will grace our presence.

The interactions that we allow ourselves are limited and yet dynamic when it’s with someone in our realm. There are 8 billion humans on earth and yet finding the few that speak our language, or breathe our air, while losing themselves in a common mental endeavor is rare.

It’s the longing, it’s that one-love, it’s who might complete us. Being present, in the now, feeling the wind slide through our hair. It’s a single hand, it’s the lines pressed on skin, it can only be the anxious aura that finally falls calm.

You’ll know it when you see it. It will feel right in a sea of wrong, and if you chase, the race will be long, but in the end, will consummate. That indefinite journey will feel like home, now, just go and let go.