There!
Just…right there.
Yes,
right this moment,
when warm shower becomes
a rain of scolding cold.
That moment,
when careful footsteps in the night
stop right outside your door
and
all you can do is
listen to your own scared heart-beat
and pray that you are dreaming.
Right that moment,
when you realise you lost your keys
and nobody will let you in,
because
you chose to live alone.
(Years ago).
This is that moment.
And I know
you know
the feeling
I’m talking about…
That moment,
when I realised that all these words
were not for me.
I hate that moment.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
“That moment, when I realised that all these words were not for me.”
… Let’s hope that doesn’t happen too often, if at all. Another poignant read. Thank you.
It doesn’t happen often, but it still happens from time to time..
PS Sometimes when I make comments, I forget to press the like button. Forgive me whilst I correct the situation.
Its the thought that counts. It makes me smile to know you like reading what i write, R..
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.
(Rumi)
Brilliance. So true.
You are so talented, your words go right into my heart. At some places there are secret doors and those places conceal all things of value that you never want to loose.
“The warping night air having brought the boom
Of an owl’s voice into her darkened room,
We tell the wakened child that all she heard
Was an odd question from a forest bird,
Asking of us, if rightly listened to,
“Who cooks for you?” and then “Who cooks for you?”
(Wilbur)
Thank You and take Care of yourself Owl
Hope your weekend is good and memories are nothing but a disappeared haunting. My words are not the best for healing, but they can take one places and that’s what’s fun about it.
Maybe, your writing should be adventurous on the edge of astonishment 😉
I hate that moment too. You feel kinda lost and confused. It sucks that dreams are often safer than reality. Makes me sound a little crazy huh
Nah, not crazy at all. But those “heart stopping moments” scare the crap out of me.
oh i know….both the good ones and the bad
It’s better just to dream these feelings and wake up in safe reality, than other way around.