Ringgren

The sweeping lull of childhood, passing into the combustible roar of adulthood. Seasons come and go in your life as well as in nature. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We are welcomed back into Earth. Situated in a universe full of "what if's". Other planets, other life? Why is it so important when we hardly know Earth at all? Death comes to us all, as much as human beings try to prevent the inevitable. I hear it all the time - in our hearts, minds, television commercials, work banter. We might not acknowledge the elephant in the room but that doesn't mean it's not there. Death is scary - unknown territory, and we as a race, are infamous for wanting to know how the world ticks. Now I am not saying there shouldn't ever be any new frontier to explore, because as with death our search for meaning is also inevitable. It is in our DNA. to conquer, explore, understand and ultimately to decide. Decide when we die, how we do it and where. So possessive of free will,

It is the word they mostly use, when they try to explain what life is all about. Everything. What is everything? Why do I not understand this term, as everyone else around me seems to do. Why do I question everything I see, instead of letting it speak to me? Why does everything, seem like it wants me to fail instead of endure? It is all these questions that keep me awake at night. Restless and uncomfortable, I wander through my dreams with no path in front of me. I stumble across the vines that crisscross through my landscapes. Vast and wonderful fields, or narrow forest filled treks. It does not matter which road I take, I end up at the same conclusion. What is everything? Who decides what everything is? Is there an everything for, every...one? Am I just meant to find my own way, and not what others might think my path should be? I have tried very hard to follow my own hopes and dreams and they have to this day always brought me more joy than following some preconceived idea of what o

I don't know if you notice the way I look at you. The way my eyes linger just a little longer than normal. The way you make me smile, in a way that I imagine is lighting my face up. I almost feel like bursting every time I see you, because all I want to say is how much your mere presence makes me feel at peace with the world. I've always felt out of touch before, like I was born in the wrong time, the wrong place. I used to feel so disconnected with the world - like I just didn't belong here. Until I met you... I wish I could just tell you what I feel inside, but I fear being hurt again. I fear being told I am not good enough. Not pretty enough...smart enough. I make due by pretending. Fake it till you make it, they say... I wonder if I will know when I make it? Will there be a difference? I know I am putting myself up for failure having all these thoughts, instead of just living the life I have in front of me. However, this is who I am and I have made my peace with it. I t

He places his hands, on her slender shoulders. Squeezes them gently. Rests his head on hers, breathing in her scent. Her hair is slightly damp. Noticing faint traces, of raspberry shampoo, he smiles. It is his favorite, because it feels like home. It's a scent he can never forget. Home is not where his heart is, but where she is. Her smile lights up his day, her laugh so light and happy,  that he finds himself laughing too. He met her on a random Tuesday. She was sitting in the library, tears of laughter resting on her cheeks. He knew right then, that he loved her. Nothing could be more real, than someone embracing her tears. He asked her name, she blushed but gave in to his request. Rose. Like the beautiful flower, she opened her petals to him. Glimpsing in to her personality,  he felt overwhelmed with joy. To find the perfect piece, to his complicated puzzle. Was more than he could have wished for.