Bucket List
There is only one thing that I have on my bucket list: happiness. Happiness that I can hold on to. Honest happiness that lasts.
Happiness that is like being on a swing, wearing a blue fuzzy unzipped hoodie and faded jeans. Back and forth through the crisp air...fall leaves....the sun filtering down through the trees playing shiny rubies against my red hair and the breeze as it ruffles the flowing tips of it against my back. The cold feel of the chain links in my hands. Laughing, always laughing. I can hear the phantom of that laughter in my ears. A moment that I want to last for as long as I can hold on to it.
My strongest fear--stronger than the fear that I will NEVER have that happiness--is getting that happiness and then losing it. Of living with that happiness only to have it cruelly taken away from me again.
Happiness that is like being on a swing, wearing a blue fuzzy unzipped hoodie and faded jeans. Back and forth through the crisp air...fall leaves....the sun filtering down through the trees playing shiny rubies against my red hair and the breeze as it ruffles the flowing tips of it against my back. The cold feel of the chain links in my hands. Laughing, always laughing. I can hear the phantom of that laughter in my ears. A moment that I want to last for as long as I can hold on to it.
My strongest fear--stronger than the fear that I will NEVER have that happiness--is getting that happiness and then losing it. Of living with that happiness only to have it cruelly taken away from me again.