Insomnia has set in and as I lay here staring at the clock and trying to empty my mind of the impossible, one of the most amazing movies ever made comes to mind.... For Coloured Girls... And I remember the one of the beautiful dialogues and a soothing feeling washes over me as i replay the movie in my head and once again relate it to myself..
Juanita: Well, I do it all the time in my class. You just say, "My love is too ____," and you just fill in the blank.
Gilda: My love is too sanctified to have it thrown back on my face.
Kelly: My love is too magic to have it thrown back on my face.
Tangie: My love is too "Saturday Night" to have it thrown back on my face.
Jo: My love is too complicated to have it thrown back on my face.
Yasmine: My love is too music to have it thrown back on my face.
Juanita: Yes, and you remember that when a man tries to walk off with all your stuff!
And I decided to join the game and use these powerful words that i don't only find solace but also revelation in...
.....My love is too generously and innocently given to have it thrown back in my face....
And with this I can actually see past the tears that seem, to be constantly flowing from the leaking dam which has now become my eyes and I think ever so easier about a nicer ''smilier'' tomorrow..
So with that I leave with a good night as i feel my eyelids finally getting heavy and the warm arms of sleep gradually encircling me and promising me lies I so long to be reality but which I knw deep down will never be, but i still prepare myself.. hoping.. wishing.. and praying that mayb..just mayb.. wishes would this once come true...
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