I have often times heard this catchy phrase “if its not baroque, don’t fix it” which others have interpreted into “if its not broken, don’t fix it”
That is the winding tale that has gone on for months now and my absence in writing says it all. It just had to be fixed, but the issue now is who is being fixed? And who believes the other is the fixer?.
Funny that such a simple logical reasoning has become complicated. How is it possible for the unmended to mend another, it defies reasoning, but here we are like two broken halfs of a heart joint together to make one whole one. That’s the only sense I can make of it. A bond whose connections cannot be aptly defined.
Its gotten as bad as the word and even the actions of LOVE are not enough to describe this feeling. A sense of peace being like a river just comes to mind, that beautiful flow that has being orchestrated by the Almighty One!
Dancing under the rain, laughing my heart out, holding onto those hands, smiling like a banshee, swimming at the shores of Fiji’s turtle island, the taste of ambrosia, the feel of melting chocolate, the soothing effects of aloe, the downpour of Niagara Falls, the sighting of dolphins, the fast and slow racing of my heart, the serenity of your presence, not even the sounds of angelic trumpeting can describe how much I love you and how I will be forever grateful to my Big Daddy for fixing us both.