Water Lilies

by Jacqueline Ann

chocolate-boxing my truths,

what a beautiful metaphor - brings to mind seeing them organized, ready to devour - with a little surprise in each one.

an absolute thirst and waterslide of words, that rush themselves down toward the tips of my fingers seeking shelter on the shells of letter cases awaiting to be struck;

"a waterslide of words" - you perfectly put in image in my head of the way I feel as well when I draw too - with splashes as well.

there could be a time in this life where we indulge ourselves in reading

i had made it known by my audacity that when he loses his way, i no longer choose to be the reason why; but now the reason why he came back to his senses.

sometimes, i think God saves the heartaches for all the artists the musicians the dancers and the writers;

So true.

that book could change someone’s life.

An amazing impact.

sometimes it’s about the one true person who sprinted to all ends of this confusingly wide earth and collected the shattered pieces of us that exploded over lands and oceans from the last one.

You leave pieces of you wherever you go - when someone goes to the effort to find them - they're a keeper.

for sometimes, it’s not about the one who wants to travel the world with you, but the one who was traveling through time to love you before they even knew you.

Imagine that - traveling through time with someone.