Couldn’t sleep tonight,
which virtually never happens to me.
I walked around the house, mindful that I could.
We all have sad stories.
We all have beautiful stories.
I am more aware than usual that
I got the legs that worked…
I got to see my life through…
I got to see my dreams come true…
So, how could I want for “more”…
And, then not even know what “more” is…
Maybe I got the legs that worked
because the universe knew that I’d have farther to walk…
to figure out what “more” was,
and “why”…
I’m here for a reason bigger than me,
I can feel it… It’s possibly the only thing I know for sure.
And I am not going to stop working to figure it out,
not until my legs give out
and the universe tells me to stop.
We all have sad stories and beautiful ones in our past,
and in our hearts…
And, I’m not done writing nor living mine…
I’m still dancin’…
in harmony,
Nestor