Change used to scare itself into existence. A safety net of known routine wasn’t wanted, but it was reality. A new route was desired. Actually it was a dream.
Do you dream of a life of adventure?
One with the strength of Tarzan, with the grace of leap, and the intelligence of 007?
I’m asking for a friend.
She lives in imagination of freedom, desire, midway insanity.
Have you heard of her?
In your mind, she might actually be your reality.
Like a musical, the tunes dance to the beat of fire and ice.
Roaring injustice back into the den of the lion’s mouth. Hoarding the truth that is beaten into faith.
Hoarding…
The memories of yesterday. Will those letters still matter after the wedding day, during the school recital, when moving? Those letters, those “maybe one day,” and especially those pictures. In empty frames like the snapshot of the future. Predicting nothing until filled with hopes and rings.
Rings…
When ignited and flames breathe out of existence anything that was once dear. Just remember you had the choice before. To film it, upload it, store it.
Storing…
Storage filled, your cup runs over. Which floods the home and lies about the neighbors. Truth be told, you want to keep it all. Remember it all. Find a purpose and a place, but like a spy you must let go of emotional ties.
Less is more. Think of, image if, select ten items loved more than the others then throw the rest away. Sounds easy doesn’t it? If it wasn’t we wouldn’t be escaping to imagination to declutter the existing piles of accumulation.
