Dear Child,

Why do you cry? Is it a bruise? A scar, a scratch, a bump perhaps? Or are you afriad of the dark? The dark, it does scare you doesn’t it? The world just seems too dark, am I right?

Dear Child, I know it seems bleak and sad. I know that people curse you (and me as well) and damn the very day they themselves were born. People are cruel, selfish creatures who do not seem to care for such a small innocent as yourself. We fight to entertain, to settle scores long forgotten. A person builds themselves a tower to stand atop of, made of the very corpses of the souls they have murdered. Injustice is rampant and we are the pinnacle of it.

But, Dear Child, do not despair.

Wipe your face clean, open your eyes wide. Look underneath the ordinary horrors that befall everyday life, and you shall see something. Something bright, something warm and smiling. It is not dark at all, but a glimmering jewel in the dusty abyss we live in. It is a treasure trove of all that is well.

Even if the world is dark, you must remember that darkness cannot exist without light. Just think, Dear Child. You are lucky enough to be born and living this very moment. The sun still warms your face into, the wind plays with your hair in a great rushing tag. If you search closely, you can find the ones who still have hearts, the people who will love you with every atom of their being. Dear Child, you may even find the glory of God.

So please, do not cry. Stand up and walk with your own two legs. Go forward and journey until you find your light, for there is one for any person who dares to stand.

With Love and Hope,
The Musician

I am waiting.

So what? You say. Everyone is waiting for something.

No, but you see, I’m waiting for someone. Big difference.

Well who is this someone? You ask.

I am waiting, for the spark. That one smile that will tug on my heartstrings. The eyes that will glimmer with each laugh laughed. I’m waiting to tumble and fall head over heels. The secret grin I will share with only one. The hands that will send shivers up my spine, or hold me when I need them. The legs that will run over hills and seas for my sake. I am waiting for him.

You’re nothing but a hopeless romantic. You say.

Perhaps. Are you in love? No?

Then you are waiting too.

L O S T   M O M E N T 

“It’s time I go now,” I announced, if not a little sadly. I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to walk away from his laughing voice, his smiling mouth. He sighed.

“Why?” he asked playfully, his laughter ringing out again. “I have to go too. Bus you know.” It always was like this. Waiting, spotting, talking, leaving. It only lasted ten minutes. If only we could have stopped time!

“Bye then,” I said, reaching up to hug him. His arms enveloped me into a gentle embrace. I stood there on my tip toes, wishing I had the courage to do that one thing. That one thing that we still hadn’t done as a couple.

I lowered myself down and looked into his face. His wonderful, perfect face. His arms still held my waist, keeping me close to his body. He bowed his head against mine, a simple but intimate gesture, murmuring a goodbye. As I tried to move away, I felt myself loosing balance.

“I’m going to fall!” I cried, giggles smearing my last few words. He held me firm, trying to keep us both balanced. His laughter echoed, clear as a bell. We both stumbled for a second, when I saw the moment.  

It was there, alluring, tempting, calling me to be brave. It couldn’t have lasted a second, but it felt like hours passed. Should I? Should I not? Would he mind? Would it be awkward? A small kiss is all I wanted. An internal battle raged. Then, in that single moment, I gathered the bit of courage I still had and impulsively leaned forward.

But I lost it.

He dipped his head forward, whether it was on purpose or to stay balanced, I don’t know. Our laughter continued and I appeared unaffected, but I screamed inside.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

I was so close, oh so close. But I lost it. I dropped it, let it shatter, and stepped on the pieces like they weren’t there. My feet bled.