i had passed tired some time ago, having been out the night before, so i excused myself from the strained faces of those comforting my extended family, and drove back to the apartment.

all of the sounds, smells, and textures of the living room coalesced into one essence. feeding my senses as i sit there, on the spot where my mother had collapsed just hours earlier.

i was drifting into a daze. her coke can fizzled on the end table, and the wind chimes hanging on the porch provided the familiar and comforting sound that i needed to hear so badly. my eyes were heavy, and my mind so exhausted with the day's events, that any intrigue was pushed away in favor of letting my body rest. the window panes rattle in their darkness, then silence, disturbed only by the ticking of my mothers watch, which must have fallen off her arm earlier that day.

i sit and dream of blissful people living their lives content in their complacent comfort and satisfied in their simple safety.
i envy their kind hearts………..

but no more....

for she has provided to me, her own magnanimous heart. divine and tender, yet brilliant in its blossom, i dance in the arms of patience, enjoy the rapturous cries, the laughter of passions awakened, and the comfort of a kiss. thank you.