Happily Ever After

Happily ever after does exist. When you are in love one of the greatest moments is that second before you kiss her, or the breeze that you feel as she reaches for you wrapping her arms around your neck and squeezing tightly. The way she smells at all times, especially when she is dressing for a night out. The way she looks at you from across the room and in her eyes you can see how content she is being with you. The way she looks in your shirt the next morning. The smile on her face when the light of the morning sun illuminates her entire body and the way her hair is a mess and you cannot take your lips off hers. Rising to cook her breakfast before lying in bed all day with a fire and the all white sheets and comforter wrapped around you both as the snow piles high you feel as if you are a part of the serene scenery before your eyes. The view of the mountains just outside your window has you both mesmerized and you lay in peace, together, forever. True love does exist we just have to patient.

Thanksgiving 2008

I had a wife, a home and some friends. Then, I got sick. First my head went, then my soul. After those were used up, I crashed and burned. Now, in the rebuilding stages of my life I still feel the same as I did then, sometimes worse. I have lost someone I love and I am still finding it hard to let go. I do not want anyone’s sympathy, I just want me back. Therefore, when I feel like shit and want to crawl in a dark place during the holiday season, let me. It is the only way I know how to heal. In addition to that, I cannot be in a group of people all day when all I want to do is cry nonstop. So let me stare off into the empty nothingness that is my soul, this is what I will be thankful for on this Thanksgiving Day.

"Let not dreams disappoint you when they do not come true, chalk it up to God's good graces."

Christopher Chapman 2008 ©

"The distance felt from one to another does not take long to set in. Travels that one will take will be far and exciting and sometimes, unanswered prayers are for the best."

- Christopher Chapman ©

The truth lies within the words of a sentence, a phrase, a poem. With each word, the reader looks into the soul of the writer. The reader is granted permission to enter into the gates of the writers mind, the wonders that are told developed from the ability to reach deep down inside and pull out feelings and allow the world to see them, “going forth into the night as a soldier into a fight, bold and branded, the soldier rages on.” The writer in many ways feels the same as he sits in front of his laptop or journal, writing, pouring out his feelings, ideas, opinions, heartaches and fighting the demons. Wars that he cannot stop, pain that he cannot heal with his words. However, his mind flows onto the paper or screen in the form of a language that only he knows, hoping that he can bring some joy and happiness to himself and to his readers. Like the love that he still has for an angel, so far away from his reach that a touch from her would send his heart into convulsions spewing with compassion and yearning to hold her just one more time! To touch her skin of porcelain, her eyes dark peering into his soul, wrapping her arms around him, holding him tight. Their hearts beating in a harmonic rhythm like that of smooth jazz in a nightclub down on the bayou. Steady and passionate praying the sun will take its time rising so that he does not have to let her go. Therefore, he tells himself every day, that he must rage on, to remember the good times, even though those memories hurt the most.

The truth lies within the words of a sentence, a phrase, a poem. The reader just has to listen.

“Loneliness abides by no rules; it just fills your soul with regret.”

Christopher Chapman 2008 ©