Intentions are halfway promises posed beside the shadow of time kept desire. Believable reflections of wanting, they have the power to alter a lifetime of breathing in night's indigo blues, nuanced by the light of a slivered moon. There is a deep resonance so strongly shared when intentions are transformed into words spoken out loud. Tell me what you want, what you wish for and I will meet you there.
Like a light touch whisper kiss filled with horizon promise, intentions wreathe around hope tendrils of temptation and breathe out yearnings with relieving force. A secret held onto until it becomes unlatched by the promise of receiving it unblemished by judgement, untouched by questioning, find focus only when they become a blossoming expression. When they become sensory, dreams find life.
Intentions can easily transform into lethal knives that puncture the heart of lonely. They can refresh wounds when they become rejected specks blowing in the wind.
When they feel the most believable, they hurt the most deeply when all of a sudden they evaporate. When they seem incredibly close to happening and then get yanked away by a change of heart, they leave gashes of ugly looking doubt on another.
With no explanation, beautiful potential evaporates....whisked away and thrown onto a heap of shards made from broken promises. It can just about rip you in two.
Like a light touch whisper kiss filled with horizon promise, intentions wreathe around hope tendrils of temptation and breathe out yearnings with relieving force. A secret held onto until it becomes unlatched by the promise of receiving it unblemished by judgement, untouched by questioning, find focus only when they become a blossoming expression. When they become sensory, dreams find life.
Intentions can easily transform into lethal knives that puncture the heart of lonely. They can refresh wounds when they become rejected specks blowing in the wind.
When they feel the most believable, they hurt the most deeply when all of a sudden they evaporate. When they seem incredibly close to happening and then get yanked away by a change of heart, they leave gashes of ugly looking doubt on another.
With no explanation, beautiful potential evaporates....whisked away and thrown onto a heap of shards made from broken promises. It can just about rip you in two.
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“The evil that is in the world almost always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding.” ~ Albert Camus
Wasted potential ....
"He/She meant well" could be the epitaph on many a tombstone!
Looks like you might need a (((((((hug)))))))
Scarletina...they sure can do more harm than good. great quote...
Gilly... :) Oh, I'm fine. I had the word "intentions" stuck in my head yesterday and decided to try to define it. This is heavy handed though. I like some of the sentences/wordplay I found, but they got lost in the length of it.
I'm finding that my writing is crap these days. Its not coming easy at all. This post at least helped me experiment and use my imagination.
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