It' mine.

It's always

relationship, evolving, dissolving

in a final crash

only left with the broken

pieces of a heart.

I want my whole heart.

It's mine.

So here's the game plan:

Let's be friends.

A friendship revolving is reliable.

Reliable.

Sure, there's no jumping--

less excitement, a lower risk quotient.

You might be fooled into thinking less fun.

Except guess what?

I am okay. Just myself. By myself.

And I still have my own whole heart.

Call Me Cryptic

I have stopped spinning, and started knowing. I am myself, without needing to define who I am exactly. I can be, I can exist without filling in the blank space left after the "I am...."

I gain my footing on solid ground even when the path in front of me is unclear. All I know is what is just in front of me, and that is all I need. Once in a while , I get distracted by the tall trees and sky above. But there is a time and a place to go climbing and reaching, and it is not now. It is enough only to exist from moment to moment, finding the right feeling for each point in time. And then, stitching together the little parts into the greater whole. A whole entire picture that is: Happiness, easy content, and a relaxed being.

Because the thing is: The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

Introspectively,

Miss M

The Gradual Disintegration of Disharmony

I fell apart,

empty pieces

scattered over the ground

No one--left

pick up.

abandoned.

perhaps they will crawl back to reality,

so wait. just waiting.

weighted down,

nothing moves:

at least

until

encouraging nudges

change the course,

like the earthy movement of a river

pushes gently

this microcosm of universe

back to:

Peace.