Upon Waking...

"you saw the silence, you stayed close

didn't flinch from what I chose

and in your eyes, I saw it clear

love's not loud, it just appears..."

Had some much needed rest after a long day. Upon waking, there was a song playing in my head over & over again ("Like Magic" from Kalax) & I instinctively understood why. From the seasoned, beautiful hearts that found or are looking for their rebranding/rebirth, to the newer, as yet truly unexplored souls that peak my interest on intrigue... I find myself, as of yet, still blessed but "still" nonetheless. Time is flowing in one direction, never to return, but I have found that getting "magic" right takes no backseat to haste, lust, loneliness or the need for a sense of closure or completion. I know what it takes to give a moment its due. I know what it can cost & as such, I fiercely respect its value & its need for self-determination.

This "magic" I often speak of is more than what some might assume. To me, its more than just a passing thing. It stays with you through lifetimes. Through thoughts & emotional ruminations that can both excite & frustrate at the same time. Not wanting to force a thing, yet all the while, growing impatient... knowing what it can be or even become. More often than not, you will find yourself mitigating a pendulum swing that ticks between caring too much & letting it pass. Now, too many confuse this with the initial "tickles" one gets with something new. Those stars you see at that "love at first sight" moment or the state of comfort one settles into during the first few months. No... its way more than that. It's that thing that stays with you long after you've moved past all that common stuff or even long after you've "moved on" in your mind from something life led you to let go of (not to be confused with something toxic). Its that thing that drives you into wanting to take small sips of what your heart has determined to be your favorite drink. Always careful not to rush or flow less than organic... lest your favorite drink leave you hungover. A hangover that can cause it to cease being as special as it is... something you take great care in preventing. For my part, I tend to silently nurture these drinks in my heart as part of an inspiring everyday existence until the moment presents itself that can lead us both into an experience worthy of their value. And if they should not... I still find myself the better for it as they serve as yet another "proof of life" for my soul.

My loves, I see all that can be seen with eyes wide open. I will not dismiss it or deny it & as such, will allow it to linger as something special... and mine. Knowing that no matter what happens or doesn't... it will either silently walk into its inevitable say or set its place as an unrealized dream. In either case, for me... its "like magic". I'm out...

~moses apollo