I write these words for you often. Because sometimes we all need to know that we are not alone in feeling alone. And sometimes being alone together makes us less alone, which is all we ever really need in this world. This is for you. For me. For us. For the world. Meant for those moments we just need to feel again.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
The Empty Classrooms
Today you will do your very best because that's the only thing you know how to do. Just know tomorrow will be better. Better than better. Better than the best. Everything you've ever wanted, nothing you've never needed. Because tomorrow all the questions you ever asked will be answered. Tomorrow every bad moment will be replaced with better ones.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
The Patterns of Bark
"I am covered in scars like those," an ancient tree informs a butterfly with skeptical glances at the trunk and branches of such a beautiful creature.
"But what caused them?" posed the butterfly gracefully, kindly, almost perfectly content in curiosity.
"Battles. Some with myself. Others with someone else." answered the tree almost instantly.
"I bet that hurt," remarks the delicate butterfly.
"Never any more or less painful than waking up each morning," laughed the tree as the butterfly took a leap into the unknown breeze and flew off again, never to return.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
The Reminders
If you are tired of everyone else getting here first.
If you know me better than you know yourself.
If you want a change of scenery.
Meet me in the park tonight at 8.
I've got somewhere to take you
and something to show you.
Somewhere only the two of us
can ever go.
Something only the two of us
will never do.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
The Longest Night in History
I've never seen a more memorable, more beautiful, more mesmerizing sight than watching shadows and light fight over your features again and again. The battle would get so close then the light would always win. There was a spark in your eye even in the darkest of times, a spark that reached out and just held my heart, so surely, so sweetly in it's imaginative hands as though everything would be okay. As though we were exactly where we were meant to be. So I stood before you being as happy as I could ever remember being, and I melted for you, I jumped with you, and together we learned what it means to love ourselves, to love each other, but also to love the life we live. And for that, for all of it, I thank you.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
The Modern Day Fairy Tales
You know I don't know what today will be like, but something tells me that everything will be okay. Just make it through one more day and I'll be there tomorrow.
I think it's funny, the princess saving the prince from himself instead of him saving her from towers too tall to climb and misunderstood dragons and misguided mothers.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
The Sharpened Thorns
I've never really been the kind of person to break before I even fall, but with you everything was always so different anyway.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
The Bumpy Road
You know that there are people out there who have it worse. That's the first step. Just keep going. It gets better. You'll see. Don't stop here. Not yet. Please
Saturday, March 15, 2014
The Thoughts Buildings Have often
Why did you come here just to leave?
(this isn't about you. It's not about people. I really am leaving an important physical place)
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
The Feeling I hope You Never Understand
And all the words I read now, the ones with new form and stories too deep to comprehend, all the words I read have traces of you left behind between the lines. They all sound so pretty until ghosts start asking questions and shadows begin quoting the things you quoted that I am reading again but for the first time. And all these words, they are so perfect, just like you, but they have multiple meanings now and too many stories to count.
P.s. I know I shouldn't say this but I hope ive done the same thing to all your favorite songs
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
The Promise Sleep Made Me
And
as you sang me the lyrics to all my favorite songs and told me
stories of all the wonderful things we'd done before Sleep pulled me
away, she promised to bring me back in the morning. To return me
safely to your arms safely in tune with the patterns of your breath
breathing mine. She swears there would not be another moment in Time
for anyone once Death reached out for my hand, so she had to protect
me just a little bit longer, for your sake. And everything was so
perfect for the first time in so long. You wouldn't know it unless
walls could talk but Sleep promised me she would bring me back as
long as you promised to still be here in the morning.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
The Togetherness of Timing
There is a beautiful person reading these words right now. They feel the breath of everyone else to ever read them. And they are wondering if that feeling is as good as the feeling of a lover's words dancing on their neck or not, but I hope they realize with a lover like you nothing will ever come close to that feeling of being tangled within yourselves. Whether it is figurative or you are actually between silky sheets and sunrise. These words stir memories and memories of memories of memories long forgotten and never replaced.
You are beautiful.
Thank you.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Friday, March 7, 2014
The Clock was Slow
I know I'm late, again, but I'm on my way. Got stuck in traffic. I'll burst through the doors with roses in one hand and scribbled words in the other. Just for you. I'm on my way.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
The Pages Made Love to Sparrows
And you'll forgive me for not writing my best work lately, its just that life as life so often does has gotten in the way of living again and I need some time to find myself once again. I think you need a bit of a break too anyway.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
The Title Doesn't Sound Right
Angels lie to keep control and until you are able to see that I think it is best your wings remain tattered and torn, blackened and bruised. Even good things come at a price. They have darkness inside them too.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
The Clay Untouched
As a human you cannot just stop suffering, but you can use that pain to expand your experiences and desires. The more you ask for the more you can receive. You think, now, that I am crazy. You will find this again someday and you will understand. And the next time you read this you will change your life for the better.
Monday, March 3, 2014
The Most Important Promise Yet
And I will stand here in the white-hot heat of you doing everything you have ever wanted to be done, dancing with you to all your playlists, writing words you will not read in this lifetime (but maybe in the next), promising you only what I can keep. And on the day you decide that you deserve better, Hell will freeze over and the sun will disappear. And I will resurrect all the sad things that you currently make completely irrelevant. Because that is what our hearts need from us. Because that is what our souls have asked us to do. Because that is what must be done when you love a person like you.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
The Song Bird
You are so talented. That's why they cage you. Why they keep you here. You need to fly. Taste the sky. That's why you were born. Share your talent with the world.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
The Magic 8 Ball
And I often wonder what it would be like to see you every day. To wake up beside you and smile because the first thing I see is the most amazing person alive. Or to go through each day knowing that there really isn't anything out there that I'll have to deal with on my own anymore. I often wonder what it would be like to know you knew you were loved every day.
Maybe one day, I'll find out.
Or maybe you will.
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