Disjointed

Once upon a time there lived a girl. A simple uncomplicated girl, who loved everything that life had to offer and was overjoyed by the art of living. Then she grew up. And life has never been the same since.

Beginnings. Joys. Tears. Fears. Men. Love. Friendship. Hate. Betrayal. Acceptance. Misunderstood. Travel. Solace. Upliftment. Myriad wondrous explorations and discoveries. Womanhood. Dreams. Bruised soul. Shattered aspirations. Food. Money. Raiment. Praise. Flattery. Children. Age. Home. Flattery. Judgment. Death.

Words flow. In no particular order. Each word signifying moments in a life that is oh so grown up. That's the husk. The kernel is still a child. Both so inextricably segued to form a whole.

Life for the little'un is taking a turn again. She hopes and prays it's for the better. Hope! Can one do anything but...?

Life continues... To form a memory. To form a moment. To form a breath. To form a disjointed whole.

(Did this make any sense? I think not...but does everything have to make sense?)