Inner to Outer – Outer to Inner
i am one, still.
though there are mountains i have yet to climb
though there are storms i have yet to brace
i am there, out there; up there.
i am still, one still.
though inside
i’m everywhere, all over; up and down.
seeking every light, paving every path, watching every step,
smiling every day.
i found someone,
someone like me.
i am just starting.
sometimes we forget to breathe.
sometimes we forget to live; merely exist.
when was the last time you just stopped and stared up into the sky?
when was the last time you really breathed?
i wanna hold your hand.
this is not a surprise. as soon as i feel it, i have to put it down.
if i may treat it like a butterfly, i’d capture it with a net and gaze at its beauty and originality.
each, so different; original.
it’s always on nights like these that i stumble upon meanings and feelings
on the paths we have to cross in this life of ours.
no one else knows, i do.
there are so many things on my mind,
but they all belong the same.
they stem from within,
they belong to the future.
i go back a few years and visit my thoughts and ideas,
they bring a smile to my face.
how i have grown.
some things remain, i’m still ever
demanding, determined and not deterred.
not easily swayed. though i’m tender, sweet and gentle
it’s like fire burning within calm water.
i think it’s a good thing. nothing is ever just black or white.
somehow, this is random but we’ll never be ready for anything
in life, don’t you think?
i may be wrong and i used to wonder why
do we have to have another half in our life?
then i realized because we aren’t complete,
we’re never perfect if we were alone
if you see it, it’s everywhere, the gaps between your fingers
they are meant to be filled in with another
these thoughts may sound naive,
i think they are but isn’t love all-knowing?
so isn’t there some naiveté in being all-knowing?
but most of all, i know now why people sing of the other half,
why they sing of love so often,
for many years my childhood question hasn’t been answered,
i think it has now.
i am finally ready.
ready to love another.
finally, it hit me
like the very thing which hit me, i can’t explain.
how?
do we even begin to define this?
i sometimes wonder in some forward thrusts and backward tugs if there is ever a sure path; a one definite way. and, in all consciousness i float away, dancing up in the clouds. if i could, i’ll sing with the wind and maybe someday, someway shine like the stars. i run, stop. chase, pause. rewind, replay.
bigger is not always better. but i am not meant for small things.
when there’s a will, there’s a way.
Have you ever wondered what lies behind your name?
FIONA
The meaning of the name Fiona is White, Fair
The origin of the name Fiona is Celtic/Gaelic
The name is considered to be a Latinised form of Gaelic word fionn, meaning “white”, “fair”.
In Greek, Fiona is:
Φιονα Γκαν Τζια Γιϊ
In Korean, Fiona is:
피오나
In Japanese, Fiona is:
フイオナ
In Chinese, Fiona is:
菲奥娜(Fēi ào nà)
In Thai, Fiona is:
ฟิโอน่า
In Braille, Fiona is:
Miss Fiona 
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