Much of what I've presented so far may seem preachy coming from a 21 year-old who still has so much left to experience. I have no idea if I'll come back to this and find that all I've written contradicts what I will learn in the following years. Or maybe I won't. I don't really know and that's okay.
2017 has been a year full of growth and revelations. Which really doesn't make it all that special because my dramatic ass has been "coming to realizations" every other month. My life is really just one existential crises after the other.
In this world, we are only ever given choices To hate, to love, to take a left or turn right To fight another day or collapse within ourselves and let our fragile hearts consume us
I want to apologize for my clumsy hands the way they spill water on your dry clothes run their fingers through your knotted strands travel across the maps of your skin Constantly looking for your warmth
They send you a link to a video they want you to watch and you actually watch the whole thing They can lay any part of their limb or body on top of any surface of yours and you let them. You even enjoy it.
Imagine angels playing an invigorating game of soccer on a heavenly cloud. Their wings damp from exertion and halos knocked askew from all the movement. The Cherubim sit on the golden bleachers cheering while the Strongholds coach their players on the field. The Seraphim referee the game while God keeps score.
When Life was just a child, she tugged on Death’s sleeve and asked, “Brother, why is the sky so dim?”
Do you ever look at a butterfly and notice its translucent wings of various hues and patterns? It flutters in the sunlight and its beauty is striking. We marvel at the hands of nature, so skilled and brilliant to be able to create a creature so immaculate. Yet, when we look at a caterpillar, often times, we view it only as what it can be, not what it is.
I have no idea what you do and who you are, but for now all these questions are unanswered. And I find that so exciting. You excite the fuck out of me and I don’t even know who you are. Damn, slaying the game already.
You’re the happy ending in a novel You’re a midnight snack after sex You’re the flip side of my pillow My favorite good morning text