When Nostalgia Isn't Quite the Word

I feel like I could float
Up to the sky
And rest my fingertips
Within the cloudy cushion of the stratosphere,
Could drink in the lightness
Of the air up there,
Like I could
Keep this heavy heart at bay.
I could stretch my toes down to the Earth
And let the comfort of the world's warmth
Consume me.
I'd let my atoms melt
Into the sea,
I'd let my bones rest
In the wind
So I could really be a part of everything.

-10/20/12 LKS

Things That Keep Me Awake At Night

The world is wide and there are lots of distractions available to you there, but they only soothe for a limited amount of time. Only time itself can mend the broken and the wounded, the hurtful and the wretched, and it is time that we are all bound to. We are bound by our capacity to care for one another; to hold each other up when times of need call for it. Time can be a cruel master, but she is wise too. She gives us the freedom of knowledge and choice in everything that we do. That's the beauty of this world I suppose. It is both limited and limitless. It gives us strength and it exposes all of our weaknesses. It is our gift and it is our burden, but either way it is ours. Let us hold on tightly to it. Let us love one another.

-LKS 10/14/12