I Will Not Stop Writing

One day, I sat down, and asked myself, why do I write? Maybe its because I like it, or I'm good at it. But now I see it is none of the above. I write countless stories of other people finding a solution to their problem in life, when in my own story I can barley figure out an ending. I search for an answer, and I live through my words. Words that are just fiction. And that never happened. I'm searching for my story in the ones I write, hoping I'll find myself through all the letters. But so far, I have been unsuccessful, and I will most likely continue to for the rest of my life. You cannot write your own story in a one night, on your Apple computer, at 11:07 PM. You cannot think up your story at night in bed, when all you have is your conscious. You write it day by day, with the choices you make. And you KEEP on writing it until the day you take your last breathe. Your story is not in a book, but in front of you. Your story lies ahead, with adventure, love, and pain. 

I will not stop writing. Because although I cannot write my story tonight, I will keep on trying.



~Bri:)

Sun

The sun of my life, the center of my days. Although the world may stop turning, or the sky turns grey, I know that you will always be 93,000,000 miles away. And although that seems far, I can feel your touch where ever I go. You light up the sky with your voluminous glow. And make babies smile and birds sing. I have known you since the beginning of me, and I will know you till the end. And although you make my world, in 5 billion years you will break it. You are still my center, my sun.



~Bri:)

Falling Stars

I sat there, next to him. The night sky roamed above us. He sat there looking up at the stars. A couple shooting stars, flew quickly across the sea of darkness. Turning to me he spoke with words so soft.
"The stars are beautiful!" His smiles said.
"Ya." I was speechless.
"You know, the falling stars are pretty too."
"You mean shooting stars?" I asked.
"Ya, you could call them that too." I started to think of my old home. How fear was the only feeling I felt. Tears started to fall from my fragile eyes. He seemed to noticed because he looked over to me, and said, "Don't cry. Like I said before, the falling stars are pretty too."



~Bri:)

Wonder

I wonder...
Past the blue, and past the white. Around the sun, and out of the galaxy. Maybe there is a place, just like ours. Worse or even better. Prettier or nastier. With things, living or not, who roam around this mysterious place. They may dance or sing, or talk or walk, slither or slime.
I wonder some more...
Maybe in this world of mysterious things, they think or ponder. They may cry or weep, or skip and smile. What do they look like, what do they sound like. Who are they?
I wonder one last time...
Maybe on this different far away world, they are thinking of us. Of who we are, what we do, how we live. And maybe they look into the sky of stars, and see a twinkle, that is ours...



~Bri:)

And So He Didn't

One of the most significant and consequential moments, takes place in the end. The last moments of your life. When you're at the finish line. We all experience it. You, me, and even him. This is his finish line.

He laid there, wrapped in his covers, warm in his bed,  staring at the blank space in the ceiling. It was late, almost midnight. The rain poured outside, pattering on the roof. All else, was silent. With his head resting on his pillow, he pondered of all his adventure, his mistakes, and achievements in his life. The people he had met, and the ones he had forgotten. All this clumped together into his soul, that made him. He turned over to his wife, that lied deep in her dreams, right by his side. He remembers her chocolate brown curls that bounced perfectly upon her shoulders on their first date at the carnival, all those years ago. And the time he first held her soft dainty hands beneath the maple tree. And the call he got during work, announcing that she was going in labor with their first child. Thinking back on the feeling and the rush he encountered while cradling his newborn son, taking in every pulse of his tiny beating heart. His head so round and perfect like a full moon on a cloudless night. He remembered the tingling smell, that tickled his nose that was sweet like honey, and soft like clouds. He then recalled looking into his wifes crystal blue eyes that haunted him of warmth and intimacy, that he will never forget. He did not know what he would do without her, and this new bundle of life that now depended on him.

Now here he was, a 75 year old man with ashen colored hair that was combed precisely to the left side. Satisfied and fulfilled . All he wanted in life, he had strived for, and ended up with. He was happy. Although the past months, filled with limping around with an old wooden cane, and needing three people to help get him out of bed, had burdened him, he was happy. He wondered about yesterday and notioned about tomorrow. He closed his heavy weighed eyes and fell through the portal of his thoughts. Dreaming of a forest, with trees as tall as mountains, its leaves a glowing green. The flowers, as bright as the sun, beaming with life and safety. Animals of all species roamed across the fresh cut grass, purely and gracefully. He stood there in his dream looking at all the beauty and the color that flourished the fresh clean air. In this dream that he dreamed, he felt young and vibrant like he did on that day at the carnival, all those years ago.

He had found his safe haven. A place where no darkness existed, only serenity and blithe.  So he wished upon the stars that floated in the mystic sea above him, asking only that he could stay there forever. He also wished and pleaded that his wife could find it too, and that once she did, they could live there till the end of time. Until there were no more stars to count. He didn’t want to wake up. And so he didn’t.




~Bri:)