The Hold Out

I love tears that sit overly long on my eye before they let themselves slide down my cheek.  A show of strength.

This is how my mind works I suppose.  I hold out sometimes.  I wait until I feel it.  People sometimes see procrastination, but it's really just time.  Time to decide what I really want.  Time to decide what I really feel.  Time to truly feel what I'm feeling.

This is what happens when I watch the wrong five minutes of Grey's Anatomy while I'm having lunch on a Tuesday.  This is what happens to my head.  I think softly, and breathe deeply.  I think about a tear sitting next to my eye and falling perfectly in sync with my heartbeat.  I hope that I can express what I feel in a way that makes sense to others and then I remember....I don't care if it doesn't make sense.  The only person I need to make sense to, is me.

That goes for you too.

Sometimes I'm the hold out.

Make a nice day!