nobody comes along without motive and nobody goes away without pain. we're like kites soaring in the air. sometimes its safer to be kept holed up in the storeroom than be brought out to seek the skies. how magnificent the kite is, yet how thin its string is. we try so hard to get it going, to get it high up in the skies. yet the higher it flies, the more afraid we get of losing it. we pray for the winds to carry it up but when it's high up and the wind howls, the string tauts and breaks lose. and we're back at one. with nothing at all left.

if the string snaps and the kite disappears into the blue skies, i seek comfort in it soaring to a better place. somewhere high above the clouds. i could pretend to think of the best places that my little kite could fly to....but, the saddest thing to happen is when the kite catches on a tree and the string snaps. there's nothing you can do but watch sadly as it flaps in the wind but you can never have it back again.

so maybe we should all keep our kites neatly folded and hidden in the deepest corners of our hearts.