Lu Unfiltered

Tag: hope

  • You are

    a part ofme now.So the physicalityof missing you hasshifted,in not so subtle ways.It’s no longera gentle, idealistic longing,nope.It’s a visceral need,and when deprivedof your gloriouscompany, andattention,it’s similar tothe discomfort ofa missing limb.Its memory throbbing,as I stumble ormiss-clutch along,unsteady and unsure. My nakednessand dependence.For all tosee.Complimentaryanddiscomforting.Growing day by day.Real.Powerful.And potentiallyheartbreaking. Here we are.Both insidethis new norm,a…

  • There is

    a certainjoy,a certain luxuryto being truly seen.And fully experienced.By someonewho perhapsa few minutes,days, weeks or evenyears agohad been anot-so-perfect-stranger. These simplyamazing creatureswho cross ourlife paths somewhathaphazardly a best,and creates a tsunamiof events oreven feelings,at worst. Only it’s not worse.It’s so much better,to have the opportunityto spend timewith thesespecial people. They are fabulouslyflawed, just likeyou.And they…

  • The beauty

    is inthe actualliving.It’s in the gritand also the grace.It’s in theshowing up,the failing.The disappointment,and even theheartache. It’s in theI-should-have-known-bettersand theactually-I-did-and-I-still-did-it-anyways.It’s in the moment,the present.That gift of fullemersioninto a single breath,a single instant,a piece of realness,some may even call it heaven.When everythingelsefalls away.And you are“just” there.In the very fullest of yourbeing. That’s it.That’s where the beautyliesstill,waiting,watching,hopingfor…

  • We talk

    when it’s darkoutside.And the lightsare turned down low.Cosy, inbed,the worldfeels a millionmiles away. You muse atthe state of theMilky Way,and I smile,immersed in the galaxybefore me. I don’t understandthis thing.Yet I feelit, everywhere. There’s greatfreedom in thisknowing. Thiscomfort of howthings are.This looseness andtightnessall at once.Wild discoveries andhumble home cooking,synchronicity. Curiosity, humour,joy,and that sense thatsomehow, againstall…

  • Hope

    is nota strategy.Really?It’s the spun titaniumthreadthat keeps usfrom dropping toour deathsin the deep, darknessof the abyss.For the loss ofhopeis trulydismal.Thereliterally is nopoint.To anything,or anyone. And yes,In my own life,I often forgetto nurture thisdelicate beast.Insteadplodding forwardlike an ogre seekinga rare gem,feet pounding,hands clutching,in the dark.The lack of illuminatinghope, keelhaulingwhat littlemomentum,I thoughtI’d achieved. So today’sanother script flip.I’m…

  • What

    inconspicuous actioncould youtaketoday?Tomoveyourself closer toyour cheese.That bighairy, audaciousgoal,which may bescaring thecrap outof you…round aboutnow? It mightbe as simpleas puttingon someredlipstickto face achallengingday whereyour gremlinsare runningwild withtheir snottycommentaryabout you,your worth,or simply yournew bangs. It might beclosing a physicaldoor, tomake spacefor yourselfto expandinto creation,setting freethose innerdemons, or runningfree in thelush greenfields of yourdelicious creativeflow. It might bethe…

  • Name it

    to tame it.These wise wordsfound metoday.I’m a writer.The prospect makesme feeltruly fulfilled,and completelypetrified.At once.Or perhapsexcited, andafraid.I have a destiny,a piece to addto the bigger puzzleof my life,and perhapsyourstoo.To give backsome ofthe blessingsI’ve so freelyreceived. Name it, totame it.I love you.With a passion thatsurprises,thrills, and alsotriggers thescary monster in the closet greys,all at once.This love couldconsume…

  • What if

    I toldyouthat the magicstartstoday? With onesmallgesture.One do-differently.One newconnection.One momentofdiscomfort.One breathofenvisioningfull cream livingforyourself. You,in technicolour.You,adding tothe world,exactly asyoushould. ~Lu

  • Dungeon Master

    Sowhy is it,that I love you,so very much?This crazycontentment,that seems to havetrapped us botha mere fourmonths in…Four months,going on ten years. It’s in your eyesthat crinkle,when you laugh,or say somethingthat’s bothfunny andhighly inappropriate.It’s the waythey look deepinto my soul,catching my breathin my throat.It’s compassion,and lust,and a softness thatI could not begin todescribe. It’s in the…

  • Maroon

    unlike T Swift,I despise it.Call it burgundy,oxblood, oreven garnet. See, this colourtakes me backto a darkplace.A place offear, hurt,abandonment,heartbreak,in fact, near-totalannihilation. And this wasmore than twentyyears ago,and the doer ofthe deeds islong gone.The scarsare mostly healed,and tattooed over.Yet.Burgundy hasthe uncannyabilityto bring itall back.Short, staccatoflashbacksof a horror moviewhich was oncemy life. The camera swayingBlairWitch-like,the fear tearing…