Month: June 2013

We all have those moments where we have to decide between the dangers of what is wicked and the comfort of what is safe.

Whether to eat that last piece of Godiva chocolate.

Whether to run through the rain without an umbrella.

Whether to answer the words that pique your curiosity and make your pulse quicken.

I live for those moments. Because in the moment, before we decide, we are infinite. The possibilities are endless.

And as amazing as that moment is – what follows, letting yourself slip from the comfortable boundaries and try something new, something scary and invigorating – is even more important.

Because deciding to let yourself fall, to be wicked and free, is deciding that life is lived in the moments that make our breath catch and our heart race.

I want to create more moments like that.

Do you?

He spoke like heaven opening; the parting of his lips split her like ripened sugarcane.

“These aren’t words,” she thought, “They are mirrors. And his mouth is filled with them.”

You could pull shadows from his eyes, one after another, and watch his gaze go from black to gray, and he would never blink.

But sometimes he would smile. A small, almost-sad smile.

She collected him, if only to see what was hidden on the other side of it.