Bed

(An old piece from a writing prompt, where we had to write about a love hate relationship, so I chose my bed lol)

It’s so comfortable that I can sleep for hrs but it’s comfort makes me never want to get out of it, causing this conflict

This love hate relationship that sometimes causes me to have an affair with the couch Because although comfy, it’s uncomfortable enough that waking up isn’t faced with as much tension

My bed carries me away into a world painted w/ my brains creative synapses as I sleep

But it also carries me into a world painted w/ running late because the sheets and pillows it  contains seduce me to stay through the alarm set on my phone

My bed is the hug I can always have but it’s also the enemy when I need to face reality

It’s voluptuous pillow curves and soft mattress skin are so enticing, like they’re heavens hand me downs. I knew there was something angelic about them.

But what if they were the hand me downs of Lucifer when he was kicked out, maybe that’s why you’re so tempting bed

This love hate relationship, heavenly or sinful.. idk, hit snooze, just five more minutes then I’ll decide

Let the Leaves Fall

The wind blows and the leaves hitch a ride on nature’s roller coaster as they drift down to the ground

I dance in a colorful swirl of the trees’ confetti, celebrating another year.

I watch each leaf fall as if I’m saying goodbye to 1 more memory of the past year.

The beautiful, the ugly.. As if the season is God’s projector we use to reflect

I watch this slideshow of red, yellow, orange, gold, brown and green

My memories scroll by, I blush.. there goes the awkward moments of our first date. Carried away in the breeze. They join with the tears from the blows life hit me with. 

I laugh, a golden crisp leaf wisps past my neck and I see the joy of their smiles, the wind echoes with their laughter.

Running through the brisk fall air they roll through my fingers as I try to catch these slideshow memories, but the wind knows I’m not allowed to hold onto the past.

Some crunch under my feet, I stop to watch them blissfully blow away

But at autumns close I look up and see a few stubborn leaves the wind didn’t take. Thinking they can withstand the winter to come, these immovable slides of the past year, I can’t let go of.

I close my eyes and breathe in deeply.. ok.. I blow out at the same time opening my eyes to see the  wind finally take the last leaf. I watch the slow motion picture as it seesaw falls

I realize, the colorful confetti of this past year and the years before are memories in my heart, not gone forever.

For the awkward moments, tears and smiles of the future will remind me of the ones past.

There will constantly be changes, just like the seasons of life. When new ones come they let us remember the old as well as experience things we never have.

... So let the leaves fall