Yearning...
Quietly I stand in the window, staring out at the dying world. His soft breath bathes my calf and his hand encircles my ankle as if-even in his sleep-he feels my longing to be free.
Thoughts race through my mind. Does he know how my spirit wishes to fly again? Was my need to be love so strong that it subjugated any free will on my part?
A gentle tug on my ankle and I know he's awake. With yearning deep in me, I take one last look at the world outside my window. Turning to him, I allow love to become my cage once more.
"You can't seperate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom."---Malcolm X
posted by T.A.Chase @ 11:08 AM
14 comments
14 Comments:
heartbreakingly beautiful.
Thanks Jenna. The picture inspired the words.
Nice, T.A. Very nice. :)
Thank you, Sherrill. I didn't have anything earth shattering to blog about yesterday, so when I saw this pic, the words just tumbled out. :)
So lovely! My my, T.A., you have some fascinating and steamy thoughts.
Glad you feel the same about the weekend! :-) Is your partner encouraging about your writing? I'm lucky because my husband is, but he still wants to spend time with me *grumble* lol
lol..S.W., my thoughts tend to get steamy when I see a pic like this one. :)
Yes, C is very encouraging. He's very self-sufficent..does all the cooking. He understands that most of the time I'm caught up in stories and don't want to be bothered. Since he is so supportive, I try not to pout when he wants to spend time with me. lol
Ooh he cooks? Maybe I'll clone him.
Jenna..there are days when I think one of him is more than enough. :) But yes, he cooks and is very good at it.
T.A. -- your words + the picture = perfection.
((Hugs))
Thanks, Kate. :)
the way he's looking out the window touched something inside me, I guess.
:sigh: such words...
Thanks, Paige. Sometimes the right words just pour out.
I really like this picture. I am unfortunately good at describing my thoughts specifically. :(
hey richard_fan,
There's just something about this picture that speaks..even if you can't describe your emotions.
Even the little I wrote for it doesn't tell everything I feel when I look at it.
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