The Speed Song

We breathe speed.
We eat and sleep speed.
We talk, walk and play speed.
And then when it comes to our biggest assets,
We hear a different tune.

Suddenly, it's about what's right and what's proper.
Speed will need to be compromised, you say.
BS, I say!

Makes me wonder if we really are about speed.
Gah.

Walk the talk

You keep close to the ground.
You keep the floodgates open.
You are not afraid to face the fire.
Basically, you walk the talk.
And that, we respect.

Thank you for your vote of confidence.

Day by day

Yet another day.
Another race.
Another battle.
Another win.

Call me sadistic but I welcome the pain.
Because with the pain comes the gain.
And with the gain comes the strength.

To fight yet another day.

Superwoman

I know,
What you did and what you said.
I know,
What you think I don't know.
I know,
Who says what to you.
I know,
What you say to who.
I know.
So please stop thinking (or hoping) that I don't know.

Because you see, I have super powers.
Really, I do.

:D

In the middle of the night

The screaming, the tears that seem to appear from nowhere. They are all just too scary. And painful.You reach out to me as I writhe in the darkness. Screaming into the silent of the night. Cradling my tensed body, you do all you can to make the pain go away. 

Then as suddenly as it came, the pain eases. The tears stop. The drowsiness returns. I am suddenly aware of the warmth of your arms wrapped around me. In my sleepiness, I mumbled my thanks. You whispered assurances. Go back to sleep, I hear those words.

I hate cramps in the middle of the night.

Being open

Simple displeasure, annoyance. Or just plain misunderstanding.
All could go terribly, terribly wrong if there is no clear communication.

But I am thankful.
For the way we are able to bear our souls, open our hearts. Basically throw it all out.

And come out of it feeling so much lighter.
So much loved. So much understood.

It's all so much better when there is clear and open communication, hmmm? :) 

Drained

At this point, I am doing the best I can with what's thrown my way. So you have to understand that I am short on tolerance when it comes to trivial matters that do not necessitate any major brainstorming or thought mapping.

I support you by being understanding. By not pushing you to do things beyond what you are ready or able to do. By leaving you to your own time and space. By making things easy so that you don't have to worry about basic everyday pressures.

What I ask from you in return is to be patient. And when you are feeling frustrated, to save your sarcasm for someone else who appreciate it. I don't.

Is that really so hard?

Support me as how I am supporting you.
Or leave.