Nearly Empty and Uncrossed

I have a small red book, unsure now if it's real leather, that holds my Bucket List. Only a few pages are filled with the things I want to do before I die and only two items are marked off as being done.

I don't know why I find it difficult to put things on my list. No....I think I do. I always know why I do the things I do or don't do.

I shouldn't be afraid of putting things on my list, no matter how grandiose or improbable they are but that's how I live. Afraid to utter, speak aloud, what I desire.

I continue to punish and deprive myself long after others have stopped. It's a dangerous way to live.

I carry it and my journal with me every where. The only two items you are sure to find accompanying me. Not even my license has that to be said about it.
Perhaps if I can allow myself to even write my dreams down, imaginable or not, I can actually start living.

Comments

[Naomi]

It's actually on the list, Hristos! I don't know if I have it listed to swim in the Mediterranean but going to Greece and meeting you IN REAL LIFE is.

[chris]

i have one for you... visiting Greece and swimming in the Mediterranean sea