Once upon a time, there was an angel that lived beneath my ceiling. Even though she didn’t fly, she gave me wings. My heart flew to places that my mind never knew existed. My heart flew so often that my mind didn’t have enough time to communicate to it that it should be afraid. I felt many things, but I promise you, fear was not one of them. I stopped dreaming when I slept because I lived when I was awake. Each second of each minute of each hour of each day was more powerful and enriching than any place my mind chooses to escape to when I slumber. I stopped dreaming, and I began living. I stopped having sex because sex only feeds the flesh. I made magic. How spiritually, emotionally, and physically erotic is that? I danced to the music of the impossible while experiencing possibilities I never thought imaginable. I made magic. It’s funny how the right person at the right time can make mediocrity majestic. For a brief moment in time, I forgot that I was hurting. My heart, mind, blood, and existence were in sync. I had magic. Love is a bright beam of light that scorches the night sky. There are no forecasts. There are no expected seasons. There is only love as love when you are fortunate enough to find, experience, and keep love. You see, it seems that love is found more often than it is kept. I found love. I found magic. Once upon a time, I saw a bright beam of light that scorched the night sky. Afterwards, there was an angel that lived beneath my ceiling. Even though she is no longer here, she left the gift of love behind. My soul requires nothing less. Perhaps this is why I’m hollow. Never settle for anything less than your soul requires because living a lie is worst than death, for you are breathing, yet your heart doesn’t beat. You deserve love…..Patrick

This week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no reason at all other than to make their lives better. Also, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. Always Choose Love Because Love Changes Everything. Vote For Change Georgia….

2 thoughts on “Hollow.

  1. La Toya Grady December 1, 2020 / 1:05 am

    This should be published.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s