I think that sometimes we wait until things go sour
to truly appreciate and understand
the significance of that thing to our lives
and how much it means to us.
We go through life ‘oh so content’
until the thing-what ever it may be-
Then suddenly we’re longing
with great intent,
overflowing with passion.
For that which was lost is as essential as the very air I breathe and I fear I cannot go a moment longer without it.
I’m tempted to tell you
The tales of Jimi the Phoenix
She’s wild and peaceful
A walking contradiction.
I’ve had the blog name Jimi Fuchsia for less than 8 months but over the past few weeks I had began to really dislike it so I’ve changed it to Jimi the Phoenix. It sounds so much better and I really like what the Phoenix symbolizes.
Sometimes I feel like a little like the Phoenix. Setting alight, burning to ashes and always rising
Images via Pinterest