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As I walked under the old, dark, historic archway, and the "click-click-click" of my $49 cow-girl inspired boots echoed off each brick, an epiphany resounded in the cubicles of my mind.
My eyes glanced over at his face, surrounded by the hood of his jacket which was protecting his face from the cold. With a twinkle from the street lights bouncing in and through out his dark marbled eyes, he caught my light green ones before I could escape the lock of my gaze. He reached down, removing his hand from the warm cave that was his pocket, and let it find mine hanging in the midst of the crisp fall air. We exchanged a look and a smirk that silently said, "Don't you worry, the feeling is mutual, and I am right here".
I slid into the cool, sticky booth that was upholstered with warn black fabric, trying it's hardest to imitate fine leather and look some what presentable in this town of glamor. I wanted to comfort it by whispering it needed not try so hard; it's vintage yelp was timeless and just as accepted, if not even more rightfully belonging.
Him and I are connected;
Bound, but not imprisoned
Kept, but not held captive
Secured, but not trapped
Connected.
Restrained, but not hindered
Adhered, but not enslaved
Free, yet bought
Connected.
I’ve disciplined my life to be so structured that I misplaced you.
I somehow didn’t see you blatantly standing right in front of me,
Not until you began to leave;
Leave this place that I created and then absent mindedly left vacant.
I lost sight of something impeccably imperative. Can you see it?
I’m late for some incredibly important date. Do you know it?
I’m intensely industrious, and forgot apart of myself. Can you find it?
My structure is the affair that I have fallen into.
After comprehending that life last’s but a life time,
I finally decided to approach the future with boldness.
Freedom and tears, heartache and joy await me,
And they all seem oh so welcoming now.
He swept me off my feet,
And dropped me.
He tossed me, head over heels,
And forgot to catch me.
He interlaced our fingers,
And broke his promise of never letting go.
I gave him my heart,
And he misplaced the key.
He left, but didn’t release me.
Wand? Really? Couldn't give me any better? ....
Lead by example. Lead by example.
I must be something for someone else.
I must be successful to be a role model for somebody else.
But who was my example?
Who have I had to look up to?
How do I know what to be for someone else,
When I don't even know how to be Me for Me?
First comes First.
I must find Me, to be Me, for Me before
I can be an Example for someone else.
The only way I can be a good example
for someone else is if I can let Myself
shine through and be that example.
That's the only way to live life.
That's the example I want to be.
When one looses one's self to control, they miss out on the radical, sporadic, mosaic, chaotic artistry of breath, and the momentous use of it.
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