The hand pulls the ribbon to unveil you at your most vulnerable. Like a shoelace coming undone just as you either lose your balance or you fall.
It has been that many days since I’ve detected this lovely piece of satiny string. I am anxious, excited, nervous, and happy. A girl told me that I am free spirited the other day. I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable when hearing that, I always seek safety in my bubble. But once I saw the moss covered mountains and drank sweet nectar from a product of the Arecaceae family, I was in trouble once again. Suddenly I was detached from my need of predictability and was in love with my unwavering obligation to undo these knots myself.
So here I sit flirting with other oceans and get lost in a reverie of kissing a stranger’s eyelids. My indecisive spirit has been released from the hands of the world and now I run with freedom.
The old man preaches to me about my ignorance. I listen because I am in awe of his lifetime of wisdom gained. He doesn’t seem to understand my commitment to my impulsive mind and it’s this addiction that makes my life exciting and out of the ordinary. My brown eye creator has the same perception as this man. They engulf their mind with silly fears and I fear of getting too far stuck.
But I do miss those head scratches,
the compass of my heart that can always bring me in a familiar direction of what I desire in that moment,
the warmth of a familiar set of arms
Don’t break me down
By. Rachael Balcom