crossing the bridge...

...when you have come to it.

the railings and the planks that were there were very sturdy. the depth of the ravine, once measured, never needed measuring again. props to my peeps!

whilst the motivation was necessary it however, proved temporary...just enough though. the reasons still hold true. still, thank you.

it's different once on the other side. when before, most of the fears were imagined, now; it didn't seem so bad. it seems now, even, trivial. but with much humility, the appreciation of the trivial experience is beyond speech.

it's the type of experience that you acknowledge with a deliberate gulp in the throat, and a nod of the head...and you walk on. knowing, the many possibilities that there are to come.

the restrictions are still absent. the doors have been shut...that my deed is done. and with this, the keys are passed to you. decide...however long it shall remain that way.

the body's just a vehicle,
transporting the soul,
it's what's inside the people,
is the beauty to behold.

the steps that take you away from the bridge are weighed down by a sense of reconciliation. the appreciation of the experience has a way of humbling you. that, what may be right then and before, may not necessarily be right, forever.

it still is best, to protect the sentiments
...for now...
i will still be here when you come looking. i will still be there when you come a-calling.

consider this, the olive branch. if anything, for the brief moment of anxiety.

fear is in the eyes of the beholder,
love is in the presence of the lovemaker,
life is in the words of the comforter.

and as the wheel of time keeps on turning...

so too, may the steps of the journey to come are made lighter by your laughter.


"never mistake motion for action" - ernest hemingway