Six Minutes Of Wool Gathering

The music  is strictly for writing and reading. The fragment isn’t based upon the movie.

The walls between us are cracking and the distance we created is shrinking but I don’t know if either of us likes it or wants it that way.

There is a part that does, for certain because distance makes it easier to forget and so we turn to anger. Anger makes it easy.

Lists of things we did to upset each other and little flaws help shore up resolve and maintain the walls we use to protect ourselves. We fight and we push, yell about how we don’t trust and call each other names we don’t really mean.

But the truth is there is something there, a thing we haven’t ever been able to describe or explain. It is a timeless moment that defines us.

A never ending kiss and a desire to hold each other again. A chance to look, to listen and to love.

The hardest question is not about whether the magic is gone but whether we dare to take the chance to see if we can walk the golden path…together.

In silence we ask if the fear inside is based upon reality and not want.

When was the last time we felt accepted, loved and wanted for all of who we are.

When was the last time we took joy in just being in the presence of another knowing they knew us better than any other and that it was ok to just be.

When was the last time we trusted them completely to hold our heart and caress our soul.

When was the last time we knew we were cherished and held up as the model for all other relationships.

It feels like a million years ago in a place that never was during a dream we never had about a moment that never existed yet this thing calls out from wherever it is we have stuffed it down to protect ourselves from it.

This thing calls out and demands recognition and asks for us to do more than just pretend.

It begs for honesty and for truth.

It offers hope and understanding.

The question is will we have the courage to walk across the bridge and open the door.

Will we take the chance to remove the veil and see what lies in the mirror. Will we gaze upon a reflection that pleases or scares us.

Some people never know the moment.

Some people know the moment and lose it never to capture it again.

Some who lose it seek second chances because that is what has to be done.

And some just sit in silence and none can say what it is they think upon, about or remember.

Heart and soul is more than just a man or just a woman.

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