Thursday, May 21, 2015
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Saturday, May 16, 2015
The First Letter
I've never hugged you, but your arms look so warm and safe. I've never loved you, but your heart is made of gold. I've never believed you, but your eyes swear you're telling the truth.
You're always so alone, but I'm always here. You're always so busy, but you say you're bored. You're always so happy, but the hope in your voice vanished a long time ago.
Today is going to be a good day. Today I am going to thank you. Today you will find a new reason to live.
Be Well,
M. Rene'
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
Full Speed to Sunshine and Ice Cream
Go ahead, sit on the shore with your legs stretched out to the sea. Listen to the water's strum against the sand. Lose yourself in the wind's melodic voice. Indulge within the beauty of the surrounding silence. Watch the seaweed dance across her sandy stage. Marvel at the reveal of countless outgrown, abandoned homes. Don't worry, this summer song of yours only belongs to the sirens. And you're their next recruit.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Blissful Brilliance
I love the way your smile went from casting shadows over everything to spreading sunshine in the most beautiful ways. I love how you turned us into stained glass windows in someones kitchen and we transformed you into a beach complete with soft white sand and brilliant blue skies. And just in case we don't get the chance to say it, thank you for smiling today.
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Sea Green Butterflies
Forevermore you and I shall be known as nothing less than beautiful. Remembered for our unparalleled creativity. Seen as important even to those who have never heard our names. You, my dear, continue carrying hope to the edge of sand and earth while I maintain hope here among fire and that ever so perfect flame.
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Dear Dakota, Hey There Delilah
We've always been the far kind of close. The kind of far where all you know about each other is what you make up in your mind about the routines they hold on so strongly to. Where you see each other every day and the sound of their voice brings butterflies to life in your stomach. And you know it's not love, but there's still something that pulls you further from shore with every step they take in the wrong direction. It's one of those times when talking to strangers is the only way you have to make friends you actually like and every other word of caution from your friends and family is forgotten. The silence is welcoming and the lack of communication says so much more than words or pictures ever could. We've always been the far kind of close, now that I'm gone, wouldn't you like to be the close kind of far?
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