Window of opportunity

That window of opportunity

So tempting.

Yet I took a deep breath, and let go.

Too afraid that a thin thread would form into a bridge, into a highway of disaster.

Reminiscing

I marvel at the expressions and imaginations that I could pour out so naturally.
Now, it has sort of left me. Maybe it's the time spent differently, the thoughts lingering in another direction, the emotions not fluctuating, thus not stimulating the poetic side of me.

Sometimes I still wonder why.

The answer I still do not fully comprehend and might never fully comprehend.

I just look to the only wise God and praise Him.