I have placed your words in air-tight jars, each one clearly labeled and sorted, by date and emotion. We have taken up a meeting and sent memos, these are the experiences that makes us live. Moving forward without leaving anything of value behind and to further substantiate the concept. It is the completion of the search and the beginning long-term periods of joy; joy that drives you mad, being happy and healthy, accomplished and successful. When it is indeed a possibility, when you become a better parent, a better friend and family member, out of the sake of that single possibility. When the dream is no longer remote, your fingertips scraping the fluffy surface. Giving up the things that weigh and never mattered, moving towards an attainable goal that benefits you and the one that counts on you. When one morning you expect better for your children and wish for peace within a bubble of family and good food and wine and holidays in appreciation. And passion, let’s not forget the one thing that drives Scorpios and inks the pen of the writer. It is the tracing of the lines, kissing palms and toasting to one another, finding what you were looking for when nothing else meant you were searching. If I quit smoking for good and exercise every day, drink V8 and go on bike rides holding on to the personification of that bliss, then there goes one more person in the world that died happy and without regrets. The kids will grow and choose out the basics we have written, penciled-in liner notes through life and mistakes we had forgotten to avoid. This is when it matters, cause and effect and the beginning of everything they deserve. All of it, with a leaf and a stick, is the simple way to get where we were going, extra cargo and all. Then again, what do I know? I just work here…
The Way I Am
If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I’d find a match.
Cuz I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.
If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I’ll make it better.
Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.
I’d buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.
Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am -Ingrid Michaelson
