The other day I awoke again and again to silent pictures, films of me passing by.
I long to speak, but voices bombard my every sense.
Walking in, music loud, dancing swift, center of attention.
So it is. Leaves are turning, orange and red. It is you that I have continued. So I count it but a calendar date.
I wish I could just hold onto a moment and never let it go. Unfortunately, leaves do turn colors. I was once cold hearted and the fiery of grace and love have taken ahold, counting me new. She laughs and dances. Nothing beyond my skin, that can deter me, just for now.
Just for now, I’ll bask in the limelight of blues, moons, and greens. St. Patrick’s day passed, Finals passed, spicy noodles passed, friends passed, it is again, though trite and true, the word bittersweet. I have changed, just as leaves frozen have thawed to cool greens. I have changed, just as seasons change. I have changed, just as we all age and grow.
Countless memories, each stored like jewels in my heart. In Taiwan, night market with the youth, eating galore non-stop. In Japan, crying to sadness of goodbyes at the airport, sitting next to the fire, forlorn. In Germany, dancing at a beer garten to DJ’s grooves with samba and salsa amigos. In Los Angeles, the sashay of prepping for a fashion show, nervous stomach, and the grandios entrance, climaxing and falling into sweet reminiscent dreams. In my heart, countless friends and countless tears worth storing into jars. Stories of pain, courage, battles, and ultimate victories. Though we live, I want each moment to mean.
Mean something for eternity. Just as, our hearts long for humanity, the simple breeze of meaning and true relationships.
So I thank my Lord once and again, though days may pass, what we have and will have will last for eternity.
Rebekka Lien 