When I’m older I want to be one of those adorned eccentric ladies with silver unruly hair. One of those ladies living on the 27th floor surrounded by plants and large paintings leaning against the white washed walls. A lady who has loved whole heartingly but kept her own. Her life like one of her leaning paintings, leaning towards the ones that pull her but always touching the walls. I will wear a dozen necklaces remembering each meeting they once held. Memories dear to me and kept till it was time to keep them there. Feeling what is there, not what is not. Thanking and present. My steady heart. It will always be mine.