This weekend is my boyfriend’s 50th birthday. No one ever likes to turn 50 I think. So, to make it a little fun, we kicked the weekend off with a little mud obstacle course race. Running through the mud and climbing over walls has to make anyone feel young again, right?
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.
That myth is more potent than history.
That dreams are more powerful than facts.
That hope always triumphs over experience.
That laughter is the only cure for grief.
And I believe that love is stronger than death.
This quote on laughter made me think of this poem about losing someone to death.
Like air, I crave you.
In my darkest of hours, you save me.
Pouring through my mind,
your melodies fill in the cracks
My soul weeps in loss.
I grieve so deeply,
I feel like
I am dead too.
But you sneak in,
behind my dark veil
and wet eyes
just when I am about to…
jump into a cavern
of endless grief.
You make me remember
the time she danced without a care.
I smile, even giggle.
She was ridiculous
and I loved her.
Hot tears stream
down my clammy face.
She is gone, and
For if I don’t laugh at my memories
or what she would have thought
was funny now,
I too will be gone, like her.
Creeping around old houses was an addiction, a mysterious adventure that got Sheri’s mind racing.
Who lived here and why did they leave?
Endless questions poured through her mind, especially when she found things. What reasons made people abandon stuff, like this intricate book? Who would leave such a treasure? And why was it not dusty?
Sheri gently flipped through the pages–pages that seemed like inlaid origami. She traced the delicate designs. It felt like the book was pulsing under her fingertips.
Or was that her heart pounding…
She froze when she felt the cold breath on her neck.
For added fun, I add a few abandoned house pictures I took recently.
The book picture though is the PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham
UPDATE: Sequel to this: Behind the Fence, Destiny Calls.