I will continue asking you to listen, but never to understand.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
Sunday, September 28, 2014
In the Middle
"I understand that you would like someone else and I am not the who you always believed I could be. I get that I'm not smart or anything special and I'm sorry... I am so sorry," I sobbed into your perfectly ironed shirt as the others continued their shouts and the war marched on. We sat in no mans land, right in the middle of the crossfire, innocent beyond belief watching our town burn down, paralyzed by the fear of what our own imaginations created before us.
"That's where your wrong, you are and you have been for a long time. Because to me you are smart, pretty, and very much special, and without you i would be nothing but a empty shell of myself, you make me feel like i can take on the world and nothing will stop me. You have the power to enable me to stop a charging Rhino with one hand, to have 1,000 arrows shot at me and i wont feel a thing, but you also have the power to bring me to my knees just by the wink of your eye or the flick of your wrist." You answered as the bullets slowed until finally they just stopped coming our way all together.
Friday, September 26, 2014
The Remains of a Galaxy
I was taught to believe that we are all made of dust and ash, but that was false information. You are made of stardust. Growing up they told me that we're all here for different reasons but to do the same thing. Only we aren't because some are here to live and others are here to love. (yes, it does make a difference.) And they always said that all of us were born the same way. We weren't. I was an accident of pleasure. You were intended as the last hope of a generation.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
How It's Going to be
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. She tastes like dew painted leaves instead of sunlight. She opens up that book you read in high school, it's pages filled with lessons you were too young to learn just then and streaks of yellow that meant the difference between life and death back then - even though they mean nothing now. You watch her thumb through the pages slowly as a picture of us flutters from the chapter we swore would one day be just like ours. We've been forgiven for not keeping our word the way good boys and girls almost always should. But never mind that, her face gets a little darker and she asks about the photo:
" I dated her when I was younger, I was older than her, that was a while back, it's nothing anymore," You explain with fragmented comments of the already fragment-like thoughts. Your heart nudges your soul and whispers, "When I hold you, sometimes, I pretend that you're her and that your chocolate eyes are hers filled with endless fields of bluebells. Her eighteen karat smile was everything I needed to light up my shadow plagued world of twenty years. I will never forget her, it was too perfect then."
Don't worry though, I'm the same way when I'm in his arms at the movies or in his lap after work when we just don't have the energy to stand nor to sleep. I don't think he's realized it yet and I'm sure she wouldn't mind.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Stop Impersonating the Sun
I need you to promise to tell me the truth. Every time. Even when everything's not alright. Especially. When everything's not alright.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Crystal Ball Visions
When the storms start heading your way do not be afraid. All anyone could ever ask of you is to revel in the chaos. It merely makes you even more gorgeous of a soul than you already are.
Be well.
Monday, September 22, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Keep it up, Sunshine
You have no idea how much you have done for the people around you simply because you looked their way and smiled.
Friday, September 19, 2014
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Mnemonic Devices
I love your creativity and your passion for everything you do, but Darling, not everyone understands that about you.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Not Enough Bandages Left
Well, of course rolling up the windows was no good. Ghosts are memories, that's why they hurt so much. They are feelings we've forgotten how to feel and people we don't understand anymore. That's why they don't ever need your permission. The worst part about it all though is that ghosts are all the best parts of us, they are laced within our heart and soul. And that's why no one ever seems to realize that ghosts will haunt you even after you're gone
Monday, September 15, 2014
Painted Losses
Perspective is only so much on it's own. Your imagination is really what matters in this world.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Rising From Ash
Sometimes terrible things happen and sometimes wonderful things are able to make up for them. But for the times so ugly and so horrible to be made up for you need to keep smiling. Keep moving. And trust that someone somewhere will someday do something a million times better for even more people than this bad thing was able to reach. That is my promise to you.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Monday, September 8, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Friday, September 5, 2014
Why We Have Photo Albums
Someday everyone was is going to look back at how happy all of us are now and they will think of all the wonderful moments we've shared. We will thank you for adding so much life to each day we were together. They will talk about all the things they all love about you and I will remind them of how much you loved us and then no matter how dark the world seems that day, the sun will shine through the clouds more brightly than anyone has ever seen before.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Properties of Waves
When we met we became more of ourselves and less of the surrounding strangers. So I got to thinking and I have to know if we saved each other from the world or if we used each other to save ourselves. That's when I started wondering how you feel towards me and how I really feel towards me and began describing how I feel towards you (I am in awe of you and I am sincerely in love with you) which led me to ask if we ever think of ourselves or if we are really only ever thinking of nothing else. When we met we both began to feel so much better, that's the only thing that matters, right?
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Monday, September 1, 2014
What I Should Have Said
You sat there telling me your dreams and how you could never have them because you are different from so many people in this world. I know you don't think I was listening or maybe you knew I was and just didn't think that I really cared, but I really hope there's a way to make them come true that you just don't realize. Because you deserve it. You more than almost anyone else I have ever known.
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