Brown Bear Nation Welcome to the Brown Bear Episodes. Sit back, relax, read, view, and possibly enjoy the post-grad saga of a girl with no shame and a whole lot of heart.

Preface: I love telling stories, pulling my insides to the outsides, being dramatic and drawing from transcending emotions. I do this  often through rhyming prose. I feel like I bridge my need to flow and be rhythmic with my desire to make a clear statement. Here lies a direct and sometimes figurative piece. I’m not a writer who can’t take criticism, so if you think its crappy let me know, but if you get the message or you like it, let me know as well. I need all types of feedback.

Cautious Blooming

I’m not asking you to expunge sensibility for another, I’m not asking you to stop and shutter, cry or quiver. I’m asking for you to be consistent, to be content where you are, but deliver. Sometimes we all falter, so short a time you’ve yet to, it’s compelling. I pray that experience is telling. Waiting sincerely, acknowledging reality, its teaching me what it means to understand, to grow, to profoundly know how people act and evolve. No fantasy, all honesty. But, I’m not asking anyone to believe me.

Time will be the ultimate determinant, the evidence. The logic you possess has relevance, but perhaps, you’ll be wise enough to throw some away. You’re scared of messing up, of being rash, I’m frightened of complication, yet I’m more scared of uncertainty, with me you’ll find no hesitation. Now, what will you find in this venture, without and within? You take your time to decide if you can merge, connect, can blend what sits before you, with you, behind you, what novelty the land by the ocean offers men, offers the essence of your being. Teeming with promise, you as well as what is between us. I trust you will put your discovery first, a search of your intercollectivity and never worry about anything else, especially not us.

I know you wonder if things go asunder will we sever things horribly, will I be unforgiving and unwilling to cope if we falter. My logic, my hands, my skin, they say never. Fore to have never taught you to dance my dance, would have been the greatest misery, to have never shown you the most dynamic facets of me, allowed you to see that my complexity is truly insanity, masked simplicity, to have never sat quiet in your presence and known your comfort, that would be too much for me, the fundamentals of sadness. Anxiety, its reason, but to wallow in it is madness. I have wholehearted sent myself along with you, recognizing circumstances as they are and a potential for development, I’m self aware, and I think I’ve done a thorough assessment. I’m needless. Better yet, I am patience, and I’ll confess that you can put me down to found your ground and when you are ready, sure enough to pick me back up, I’ll be around…but you already know this.