Perfect Sense (In a not so perfect world)

If love is the achievable for us all and if this choice we call “love” is our desire to fulfill then why do we suffer in making the attempt of loving another? We use our best efforts in reaching those of potential in hopes of not only delivering the best of our abilities, but the failure of reciprocation possibly hindering us in being afraid in establishing second or third chances. If you’re reading this of course it’ll make perfect sense to you but the realization is quite common…… in a not so perfect world caution possibly keeps us at ease in fear of objectifying the inevitable that keeps us correct in another’s intentions, instead of giving ourselves time to remain patient for the potential that our heartbreak and tears deserve.

We deserve no less than the best.

– C.A. Thomas

Share yourself with me.

Share yourself with me. Allow your life to become apart of me. Exchanging our hesitations, replacing with similar vibrations we identify by the flow of our language. Share your yourself with me, the frustrations and tears you’ve hidden in fear of me thinking of you differently. What if I shared my love with you, revealing my heartaches and frustrations to you? Would you stay and feel obliged in healing a writer’s craft? Or would you abandon our page with only blue lines to ignore? Share yourself with me, so I can explore the true vessel of you in the form of something real, something sincere with such meaningful purpose.

Share yourself with only me….. cause I’m stingy like that.

– C.A. Thomas

The Paintbrush Of Expectations.

A child can teach us the responsibility of parenting and as the reward itself is garnered through expectations. It’s too easy to disappoint, so cruel in painting a canvas of hope if you’re not willing to demonstrate the details to a child who’s eager paint their own. I’ve learned that it’s wise if not best to never hold expectations on anyone who may not exactly fit the role of an artist. Sometimes it’s better to observe the view from a distance instead of jumping in to finger paint.

I need my own paintbrush.

– C.A. Thomas

Dancing In The Rain.

Let’s try something different. Take my hand as I guide us toward the rain. As the drops seep beneath our pores, inhaling life’s cycle as the water begins moving in motion with our bodies colliding. The sky is flickering, adrenaline rushing, afraid of lightning possibly ruining our chance of writing our signatures amongst the gentleness of grass beneath our toes. Hold me as I kiss you, tender you with all my love of warmth eager to be released. Follow me, grab me into the darkness of the unknown. Savor me till our taste forms the unforgettable taste of rain.

Dance with me.

– C.A. Thomas

‚ÄúCourt‚ÄĚ

Could Court give you butterflies or bring forth nervousness in a room where a jury summons could predict a verdict? Could a woman of virtue and grace instill in a man’s heart the ability of “courting” her with only one expectation? Her ambitious love for a man should keep him on his toes, never growing comfortable. Could a woman of substance cause a standing ovation in a crowded room? Is her presence powerful enough in realizing how close she is within reach? Sometimes she could be a dream, maybe she could make the strongest man feel a bit timid……. isn’t that what a Queen does?

– C.A. Thomas

Reset (A Fresh Start)

A button with a label that could alter the course of many mistakes, many errors, many signs of guilt potentially defining the way we are, how we’re functioning as human beings. If a fresh start involves the push of a button, literally wiping¬†the pain, the misery, the sadness, the suffering, where would that leave us with knowledge or wisdom? Possibly exposing us to the beginning of innocence before introduced to lies and deceit which forces us in creating a barrier¬†hoping to¬†never experience such dark details ridding¬†our happiness. Maybe our reset is prevented from no longer making us oblivious to the obvious we overlook, or refusal¬†in partaking¬†through noticing. The logical theory we learn is understanding many things we have no control on, yet we’re constantly ridiculed and judged if not faulted for situations we never ask for.

Would you “reset” if the opportunity presented itself?

I wouldn’t.

– C.A. Thomas

Shorter Time

Time is much shorter than we anticipate. Fun quickens time, boredom prolongs time yet we complain of being elsewhere than where we’re meant to be. Sadly it takes the death of someone we’re familiar with in recognizing that time is only shortened tremendously the minute funeral arrangements are orchestrated, the coffin is carefully selected, and the burial plot is already prepared. Our memories are blatantly scarce within a second, our goodbyes are securely tucked away in prevention, hoping denial is only as false as the perception of letting go.

– C.A. Thomas