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.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
The Invitation to Coffee
I'm not sure who you are today or what lies you are telling yourself to make it through the day, but I like the real you so much better.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
The Subtle Storm
Today
the world is grey and nothing is very clear. Don't worry, it's still
beautiful and you are just fine.
Oh
and have you lost weight?
Monday, April 28, 2014
The Glass Shattered Before Me When You Left
When I was little you came over every day just to sit me down on the couch and pointed out all of my flaws, your flaws, and the flaws of the world around me. I always listened quietly, nodded sweetly, and walked away screaming, "I hate you." Only now do I realize what you were doing. There was so much more love in those arguments than in anything else anyone has ever said to me.
Thank you.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014
The Incredibly Shiny Star
I have this friend, he sleeps with strangers. And afterwards, when they are sleeping more comfortably than ever, he draws the most beautiful aspects of them on these tiny scraps of paper. Then he leaves the creations tucked safely with the rest of their belongings waiting to be found when they are needed most. I find it funny how no one ever seems to hurt when he doesn't call them or show up again in the places where they'd once meet. So, I have this friend, he sleeps with strangers. And I think you would like him.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
The New Old Classics
And if someone dared to write you down you'd be everyone's favorite book with the best explanations and no one would ever be unhappy again because living through you is better than being with Captain Nemo in his sinking submarine or with Jo trying not to hurt over her sister's death and absence. If someone could ever write you down instead of standing you up, you'd be a best seller.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
The Setback Is Not Lethal
I know this isn't what you wanted from life, especially this late in the game, but these are the cards you pulled and this is what you have created for yourself.
If it helps I know you can get through this. You are the strongest, most wonderful person this world will ever know.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
The Melody of Our Hearts
Listening to music with you all the lyrics get new meanings. Thank you.
These songs will forever be ours in my mind.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Friday, April 11, 2014
The Newest Drawing Says
"I wish I were beautiful," whispered the butterfly to the rose.
"You ARE though," replied the rose when the butterfly was gone.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
The Insane Asylum Doesn't Exist Anymore
You can sit there continuously trapping yourself within yourself, listening to songs that will never be played, reading books no one is ever going to write, seeing art that simply has not been created. But none of it will ever manifest anywhere other than your heart. Or you can stand up, scream light out into the darkness that is your world, and actually draft those sons that will bring people to their knees, pen the stories that will save lives, and draw what will bring guidance and hope when it is needed most in this world. The choice is yours.
Monday, April 7, 2014
The Way This Sometimes Feels
I know you like to think I am doing this for everybody else, but I'm not. I'm the most selfish person you will ever meet, this is all for my own sanity, my own peace of mind. You're just an added bonus.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
The Places We're From
As they waited for his mom to be ready to go and his dad to finish putting on his tie, he held her in his arms, pulled her close and put his lips to hers. Gently at first, then adding more and more pressure and space disappeared. His dad cleared his throat as he approached the stairway they happened to be sitting on, “Well, then, should we be leaving you two alone or should we take her home?” Just then his mom arrived at the scene and smiled brightly, "You did good this time.”
Saturday, April 5, 2014
The Reason We Chose Each Other
There will be times when I'm not sure what to do, when I am so scared or upset that I just don't want to do anything. Those are the times you will have to look me in the eye, and say, "We are going to have fun." Then drag me off the couch or out of bed to something better.
Don't worry, some days I know I will have to do the same for you.
I just thought you deserved a warning.
Friday, April 4, 2014
The Honest Tombstone
As sad as it may sound now, someday you will die. And when you do, I will write:
"You started out as ash. You lived as a brilliant star. You exploded in flames so remarkable they caught the attention of the entire universe in a single moment. You will not be here but you will not leave. You have been forgotten but you will be remembered."
And you will no longer live but you will never be able to die.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
The Last Kiss
One last time the bird squawked to the sky, "If I told you to forget about me, would you?"
After a moment of thought, "Never, I would remember you for all of time," replied the blue, blue sky. The bird flew on in silence, but failed to fly again.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
The Innocence the Freedom and the Lack Thereof
"You are strong," fields and valleys and blades of grass remind the flower buds so innocently trembling against the wind gently, curiously, unknowingly raping them.
There are two sides (or more) to every story. Everything happens for a reason. Never fear.
You should know that by now.
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