Shorter Than Me

 

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Oh, hello.

You've chosen yet another adventure with me - I probably shouldn't be driving while I'm writing this. Here, take the wheel. 

That's better.

This little gem I've put together isn't a whole book, but rather a series of short pieces I've thrown together over the course of time. It's almost a sneak peek into the everyday things that cross my mind on a regular basis. I'm warning you - it's kind of a mess. But if you get some enjoyment or sense of "Wow, this girl totally gets it," then it's worth the time I've put into it and the time you've dedicated to read it.

As you read, I'm thinking you'll understand why I chose the title. If not, I'll put it simply: I'm a short girl. Just over five-foot. Yeah. I constantly am reminded of it when I get dressed or am around people. Pats on the head and realizing I need to get my pants tailored to my height because there is no way my thighs will fit into petite pants. 

So with that said, I'll take the wheel again and let you navigate your way through this. There's no map and no cell service, so don't bother trying to ask for directions. Life doesn't work that way.

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dark side of the moon

I play a game where I write a blurb in response to a text photo post. 

Yet, no matter how dark it got, there you were. more than my north star or my beacon of light from a tall tower overseeing my calm waves, my tumultuous waves.

The light that never failed me.

More than the light that guided me home when I got lost in my own darkness.

Your embrace, your laugh and your smile, your love guided me back to sanity.

The light I found in you shines brighter than anything the world has ever known. you never failed me, even when I failed you.

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Fifteen.

Fifteen minutes

That was all she had.

What would you do with that?

It used to take her nine minutes to do her makeup

She would have only had six minutes left

Long enough to play with the cat for five minutes

Empathizing with her meows, begging her not to go

One minute left to walk away, feeling guilty

Because she had no real choice but to go

Fifteen minutes are up.

It used to feel like she could spend all day with her family

And then as she got older, there came the phase 

Fifteen minutes was too much, they were embarrassing

Now fifteen minutes would have been better than none

Because then she could tell them how much she loves them

And it’s time for her to go

Fifteen minutes are up.

She could sit outside, rain or shine

And enjoy the peace, the freedom

Just the warmth of the sun or the comforting pitter patter of raindrops

The feeling against her skin, refreshing and enlightening

But now everything is getting dark.

Fifteen minutes are up.

No more laughter, no more tears

Not even a minute, day, month or year left

She takes a breath, even though it almost hurts to do it

Her fifteen minutes are up and it’s time to go.

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Adventure of a Lifetime

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too much again

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Grandfather

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not mine but yours

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