The quiet ramblings of a loud soul. Struggling to find ME and my purpose in this huge world. I'm an aspiring writer as well, so the feedback from my readers is needed.
She stood before me, trying to wake me so I could get my day started. She threatened me with ice cubes, so I obliged. When I opened my eye's, that's when I got a good look at her. Her hips, thick from years of her own good cooking, her long hair in waves, and her eyeglasses that corrected the vision of the most beautiful hazel eyes I have ever seen. Eyes that held pureness of heart in them, eyes that were filled with love and laughter, but also filled with a tinge of knowing. Knowing of what heartache and loss was, knowing of struggles and despair. When I looked at her this morning in her sensible black slacks and scoop neck tee, I knew that she had been through everything I was trying to work through and then some. But as her loving, healing hands brushed my calf to shake me from my slumber, I knew that I could overcome it. The smile lines laden on her fair skin confirmed that my days would improve.
