I saw a young woman some time ago at the grocery store. Our eyes met. Hers darted away as fast as they had met mine. She grabbed her forearm and furtively looked toward her spouse to see if he had seen her infraction.
Perhaps I read too much into our moment.
It made me think of those among us who carry with them the appearance of freedom, the appearance of independence, but who are in reality trapped in their own lives, tethered unwillingly to another without a glimmer of hope or of escape.
For those among us suffering this quiet desperate life, may you find the strength to set yourself free from the oppression that has bound your soul and silenced your voice.
It wasn’t the way he stared at her with his cold eyes or the way his tongue flicked the barb of hay that sat on his bottom lip.
It was his posture. It was the confidence of his ownership of her. It was the misplaced pride, the cocky arrogance he paraded with every smirk he cast toward her.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
I’ll stake your heart and gouge your eyes when you sleep. She plotted. But the thought waned as quick as she contemplated it.
She knew there was no escape.
You may have my body, but you will never have my mind. She thought with a quiver in her heart, for he had her there too.
She was lost. Bound in a prison, not of concrete walls or iron bars, but of her own flesh, bone, and blood.
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I WOULD RATHER LIVE SEEKING MY OWN DREAM AND FAIL EVERY DAY, THAN TO LIVE ONE DAY PURSUING SOMEONE ELSE’S DREAM, FOR WHICH I CARRY NO FAITH. ~vh~
Competence manifests when knowledge and practice come into harmony. ~vh~
Ultimately everything is temporary. ~vh~
Live in the present with an eye on the horizon. You never know what is to come. ~vh~
Reality: That destination in life where dreams die and sorrow is born. ~vh~
If my past dictates my future, then I am heading toward several more failures followed by at best, mediocrity. ~vh~
The muse has tapped my shoulder and my ear is turned toward her lips. I am waiting for her whisper. ~vh~
"The darkness within that seems to surround us, I assure you is nothing more than illusion—for we are the light. Shine brother… shine!" ~vh~
Writing is easy. You just transcend to a higher echelon of existence and place your hand on God’s shoulder for a moment. See…nothing to it.
“In this life, seek your own answers, and quote yourself for a change.” ~vh~
“Why are we here? Perhaps there is nothing better to do.”~vh~
“In the end it will be you and your reflection.” ~vh~
“Ultimately, absolutely everything is temporary.” ~vh~
“How far must I travel?” the boy asks. “Just one step more than you think you can achieve,” HE replies. ~vh~
"As a writer:
I don’t just make stuff up.
I imagine new worlds and the people within them. And then quietly and with a curious eye, I spy on them to see what they will do next." ~vh~