I took a plane to Denver
I could feel my heart quiver
I took a plane to Denver
Hoping it would last forever
I took with me my packs and boxes
I was done with the quails and foxes
I took with me what was real
The sweetest parts I couldn’t kill
I took a plane to Denver
There to be forever

The moment when the glass falls and breaks into a thousand pieces, the sudden shock and then the realisation that we can never have it back again, your lovely vase is gone for good. The only option is to pack it all up and shove down the trash can. The same applies to our lives, when what we hold in high esteem comes crashing, the pain that overwhelms us. The bitter truth that we have lost it all for good. We can determine our own truth by deciding how we want to live our lives today, how we cherish what we have now. Value your “vase” before it crashes on you.


He stood behind his door like he was expecting a visitor, the tears poured freely from his eyes. He knew he was a man and shouldn’t cry but he just couldn’t help it. Just three days ago she sat on the chair just by the fire-place and they had argued and cursed at each other and he had even said some pretty nasty things to her. Even when she started sobbing he had ignored her, when she called his name trying to tell him she was sorry even when he had started the fight in the first place all he did was push her aside, she cried aloud that night and the next morning he blanked out on her when all he should have done was apologise. She had always been strong and tough, she absorbed every insult from him like it meant nothing really, if only he had seen the hurt he was causing her back then, how every day she prayed they will just be cool and not have to argue. Maybe his mistake was getting too used to her, no matter how bad he behaved, regardless of how intense their arguments were he always expected to see her on her favourite sofa when he got back from work. He remembered how he had screamed at her the night she told him they were having a baby; he rained curses on her, calling her all sorts of names. When she packed her bags the next morning he didn’t even plead, he was certain he was going to meet her when he got back from work and true to his words he saw her face down, she was sobbing profusely, he said sorry that night but it was more like an obligation. She had forgiven him as usual because she still believed in him and in what they had.
Whatever she had cherished, the reasons that made her stay must have vanished because there he stood, with his eyes red and his nose running like he was a kid, she had left him when he least expected. It was just another day, another exhibit of his arrogance and that had done the deal. He left that morning without saying he was sorry for not feeding the dogs, he had sighed when she asked him over breakfast, of course he was sure she couldn’t get away from him but he got home that evening to meet the house empty. She never got back, so often he stood behind the door hoping she’ll pop up but she never did. He could still smell her whenever he sat on her favourite cushion, he saw her in his dreams, he wished every single day that he could have those moments back. Now there he stood by his door crying his heart out, his eyes sore read, the anguish had made his heart brittle and he seemed to draw some comfort from those tears, so he cried and cried but it didn’t change much, his angel was gone and gone for good.

Ps; I’m a love addict, I believe completely in love, it’s the key that unlocks doors, it’s a weapon and a cure, it’s a virtue of its own. So reach out for it today, I’ve spent months writing about it not because I just want to tap keys on my laptop but because I know how pivotal it is. For those of you that don’t know where to find it all you need to do is open your eyes, love is charity, love is kindness. So broaden your mind today and let love rule you.

Little knots and twists have been worked
Toughest bow fit for grip
Sound the horns and play the matching feet
Drums scream for blood deep beneath
Then the war was over
It was the simplest part of it
Bows and arrows have been seeded
Hearts with love was all was needed
Hope thrust on the Calvary
Our true general lay within
O! victory has been taken
True war it was indeed


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8 Replies to “BARK & A WHISPER”

  1. Today, I went to the beach with my children. I found
    a sea shell and gave it to my 4 year old daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She
    put the shell to her ear and screamed. There was a hermit crab inside and it pinched her ear.
    She never wants to go back! LoL I know this is completely off topic but I had to tell someone!


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