#yearsofagesproductions

Elevators

I’ve never liked small spaces.

The constant ups and downs;

Being confined behind closed doors.

Waiting to arrive at destinations;

I’ve never been a fan of elevators.

Yet, here I am, patiently waiting;

Except this time,

I was intrigued by the ride.

Something changed when you stepped in

Before the doors closed;

Free Flow

Neither in a rush nor in a hurry; We vowed to let go of our insecurities. Excluding all of our expectations; We adapted to the free flow of things.

Besides the vibe of our energies mixing; And the guiding of our hearts’ intentions; We hoped to enjoy whatever we’d find In the midst of this experience, together…

Cafe

Hungered, we sat in the back of a café. Conversing over bagels and slow jams, we sat with coffee mugs covering smiles and napkins hiding outbursts of laughter.

Strangers watched from afar, noticing the crumbs of our conversations. Losing track of time, the world grew dark while we explored our differences.

The barista blushed as we mixed our cream and sugar with fascinations of hot chocolate-filled comforts and home-style hospitality.

Abandoning our table at closing, we scurried onto the frigid streets. Standing amidst the city lights, we vowed to meet again.

Before the stars left, our eyes and lips grew acquainted; we said goodnight. Forever changed, yearning for another moment in paradise.

Smoke

She stands tall, glaring at the world. She inhales her addiction without a thought, searching for calm. "God help me," she pleads over the staticky rasp of the radio. She lets go of everything in the cool morning wind, as fall approaches like an old friend. It's that time again—a time she knows too well. "Father, forgive me for my sins," she cries.

Same station, same tunes. She grooves, watering plants while pruning her heart with prayer. Wanting to be unbothered by the heat of the situation, but anxiety leaves her chilled. Change is in the air. Exhaling past shame and guilt, embracing dawn's new mercies. A small "amen" escapes her lips as she finds courage and sweet redemption within a cup of coffee.

Watching the sun rise over apartment complexes, the soundtrack of the city's gospel and her neighbors’ testimonies fill the air. It's all too familiar. Remembering the history, she's brought back to herself. Sitting in stillness, covered in ash, she flicks her worries to the wind, only to find another fire waiting to be put out before the day begins.

Late - Part 3

It might take me a moment to catch my breath, but next time, I won’t rush to get where I’m supposed to go.

No. Instead, I’ll arrive when it’s time and wait patiently for my perfect moment. I’ll enjoy the journey to my destination while observing all that life has to offer along the way.

Because it’s okay to be human. It’s okay to just be. To slow down and stop to observe the world around you. It’s okay to be early or even late. You’re allowed to pick your pace.

Yes. Sometimes, you don’t need to rush. Just wait, love.

Happy new year! Happy 2025!

Are you ready for a new adventure? I know I am. But, this year, I'm doing things differently. I've made no resolutions. I've made no outrageous commitments and no crazy expectations for myself.

I'm just focusing on myself and trusting God to lead me wherever I'm supposed to be. I've done life based on everyone's perspectives and opinions, I've done life based on my own understanding and desires, well now, I'm focusing solely on what matters most - healing and growth.

So, let's go on a journey together! It should be pretty interesting to say the least. So, come, follow me.

Btw, did you make any new year resolutions this years? What were they and how do you plan to accomplish them?

Mere Stranger

There I was – minding my business; until I laid eyes upon you. At that moment, I realized – not even the wonders of the world could compare to your magnificence.

My lip quivered in fear as I observed your splendor. Your essence left me in awe as you walked across the floor, lighting up my darkened mind.

I grew still as adoration began to tug upon my forlorn heart, causing me to desire – all you had to offer, although you were just a mere stranger.

Old Fashioned

With a pen in hand,

I wrote my number upon your palm.

With your phone in hand,

You chuckled while intrigued.

Calling me old-fashioned.