I wish you..

Tonight has called for moments of reflection. Gazing upon a new year of my life and the mental age that follows. The skin bares the age as the soul is infinite in it's wishes and dreams. This last birthday has come and gone in a whirlwind that didn't even bother to make me dizzy. I was adorned with comments, texts, and messages blessing the day fluorescent light was first shed on my skin. It's the one day that people aren't afraid to make you feel special. We bask together in the special opportunity that is this experience we've titled, "life." It was a calm day, a day that felt like any other, and yet I was soaked and showered with gratitude.

Tonight's reflection is based on the loneliness of the feeble human heart. We are irrevocably inclined to see love as one solitary thing. We see it in another person's eyes and the way their body moves through our clothing. We see it in the creases of their eyes when they smile and the softness of their voice when the chords play the sounds of the sentimental heart. I get stuck on this sometimes and all the layers of me suffer. I plant my cheek on my blanket, spread my hair out, and listen to the single song that brought it on. A friend asked me what I had planned for this new year of my life and I could only respond with, "I don't plan, you do.." Today however, while grazing the open roads of this city that's watched me grow, I thought about the things I wanted most out of this experience. I want to make this time useful for my soul. I want to do the things that make me feel the highest version of my self. I don't have some grand scheme to change the world, but hope that the capacity of love will leak and lift up the solar weight. I also want the opportunity to become somebody's mother. To have the experience of loving another creature so much that we duet on the project of life. While it isn't the only form of love we have, it's one I'd like to experience the most.

I think of a single person in the cramp space between the lines.

Yet, another to digest for the history books.