k-atelynelizabeth

Sleep minimalist

Fate is such a wonderfully insane thing. In my right mind, I never would have set out to have a child with a man I just met, a man I didn't love.  I didn't know how this could work. I was crippled with fear.  Statistically, It wouldn't work. I would be a single mother.   Yet here we are, talking about marriage over wine and beer. Not even 2 years into it. While our 9 month old sleeps down the hall in the house we live in together. Sharing a love that is genuine and beautiful.    Sometimes things just work. I try to remember this when life seems impossible.

Approaching the end I've cried and laughed then cried again Memories treasured.

while their boring worlds keep spinning, they have each other.  while they are tired with the same old routine, they have each other.  when they despise the little town they are stuck in, they have each other.  when it all comes crashing down, they have each other.  while they have each other... I have these beautiful mountains.  fruit filled orchards. lovey weather.  chaos and confusion.  loneliness.  .  I still miss my others.

Do you realize what it takes to bring two humans together? It takes life and death. It takes tragedy. and miracles. It takes leaving 3 minutes late, a wrong turn, being in the wrong place at the right time.  Insignificant things set in motion since the beginning of time make connections. Humans brought together despite all odds, all the little things that could have happened to prevent the connection.

The end.

My scattered hearts beat out of sync. Never forming rhythm.

tired eyes search for yours chilly hands reach for yours and my heart beats for yours

Right now it's all about realizing and accepting That I can't do everything I want to, And what I can do, Is what I need to do. What I need to do is sleep. And drink ginger ale, And cry like the baby I'm growing. I need to accept that I'm doing the best I can And that my best, Isn't my normal best It's my pregnant best. Body and brain function differently during these nine months. Different isn't bad, It's just different. And sometimes different is difficult. Difficult isn't forever, It will pass. And the reward is the greatest gift of all. My baby.

You didn't need to say a word. Your eyes spoke novels worth, And your lips on mine confirmed What I already knew.

My heart resides in many places With many people. Which makes it just as hard to leave As it is to stay.