What is it about one hug that makes me want to stay and savor the moment.
I come back to visit and to catch up with a few friends and I realize how much I have missed my second home. The place where I am always welcomed. The place where relationships have grown. Those people whom I have let out to dry and put on pause, only bless my presence when I get back. It may be summer and I do have an excuse for not being near them, but I do not have any excuse for totally losing contact. I apologize dearly to all whom that may pertain to. Life here in Elkhart is beyond my expectations and has kept every waking hour of my time busy, but I miss Fort Wayne. I am ready to be heading back and rejuvenating the fellowship I have put aside. Two more weeks.

Time passes; music plays,
Smiles are crossed and eyes gaze.
There are people,
might I say silhouettes,
paused amongst the crowd,
gawking at the two on stage.
They stand there singing their hearts out;
letting each word scream its own story,
scream its own passion,
scream its own journey.
I find myself drowning in the moment.
Nothing can touch me now.

It has been three days.

My mind is free and my mouth is bone dry.
Yet it is raining and I have a drink sitting an arm reach away.
I try my best to sneak my head around the window sill without being seen,
but there are those moments of embarrassment when I end up locking eyes.

It has been three days.

I see people gliding in the rain doing their best to avoid each intoxicating drop,
but as persistent as they are, the moisture wants to cling to whatever it can gets it's hands on.
They take quick stride after stride in response;
some laughing, others emotionless,
but in the end there is a sign of achievement in their faces when they are able to take cover.

It has been three days.

I find myself slightly poisoned by the cold, gloomy and wet night.
I pull tight the one blanket keeping me from possibly losing a finger or two.
It keeps me constricted, leaving only that profound gut feeling of loss.
To ease the tension I rip open my chest only to find an open sky.
Clouds are accented across the piercing blue canvas,
while a breeze rolls past torn ends of flesh only to tickle what nerve endings are exposed;
a few butterflies from three days back take the opportunity to leave while the coast is clear.

It has been three days.

my mind is free and my mouth is bone dry.
my life is still and my heart is sky high.
I feel the warm sun beating in my chest,
while I sit in the cold, hoping for the best.

We have those moments of fear and doubt,
but it is only our ability to cast them out.

Live life to its fullest and you will never look back.

I remember recently someone asking me why I was always so nice? For example, why would I do something that shows no beneficial sides to me? What kind of question is that? I guess it never occured to me that I or anyone in that matter could be "too" nice to someone. We have the ability to live, love and cherish life whenever we want, and we were given this ability from God himself. I guess I just want to ask you why do you not take advantage of opportunities of being nice? These opportunities of being nice can drastically change us as human beings and our quality of life.

That's about it... I just needed to get that off my chest

"Abstract" Greene