Tuesday, July 23, 2013

all praise the rotisserie chicken.

i've been in a bit of a slump
when it comes to writing.
so today,
i opened my journal 
and let the words fall onto the page. 
i wrote my heart.
unedited. 

after i finished my scribbles,
i thumbed through old entries.
memories of my pre-wife life.
i almost cried.

grocery lists.
charlie brown smiles. 
arguing about flight of the concords.
spending an entire afternoon in a hammock. 
a kitty card wishing me luck on my interview. 
splitting a rotisserie chicken for dinner. 
that night we gazed at the stars and i felt like that moment
on the truman show where truman felt love.

little things that didn't seem to matter saved me. 

today i found what i feared i lost.
my voice.
my purpose.
my reason.

2 comments:

Andrea said...

BEAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTIFUL. LOVE THIS. LOVE YOU. LOVE BABY.

Emma Jane said...

This is stunning. Simply stunning.

That moment of The Truman Show is so haunting and pure. Mmmm. I love love.

xx
Em
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