I will always be in love with the love that we had. I will never forget the smile that came across your face whenever I showed up without any warning; the smile that radiated pure, childish, happiness. It is one of my most beautiful, and sad, memories that I will forever hold dear to my heart. I will never forget the euphoric feeling I had whenever we were together; what we were doing at the time did not matter – I just wanted to be with you. I will never forget looking into your eyes; the most beautiful green, speckled with brown..they contained such an innocence that gave me hope. At the time, you hid no secrets behind those beautifully colored mirrors into your soul. I will never forget the sound of your laugh, which I heard so very often; on my worst days, your joy and laughter would spread to me. You were electric. I will never forget the times we created art together; in those moments, we became one. I will never forget the softness of your skin or the silkiness of your dirty blonde hair. I will never forget the freckles on your face. I will never forget you, because part of me will always be in love with who you used to be.
Imagine an old oak tree whose roots have found their way to the surface, creating a series of very intricate knots that surround the beauty they keep grounded. This tree sits alone in a park that no one seems to visit anymore. Her anxieties and depressed states are the roots in which keep her grounded. Outside, she has hair as bright as the sun, and eyes so deep that it is hard to make yourself look away; the passion she possesses flows from her to you. Everything about her is electric. Like that old tree, she radiates beauty that captivates every soul that crosses her path. Unlike the tree, you can not see the things in which hold her down-those terrible things are hidden away beneath the breathtaking body that she calls home. Throughout her life, those roots of hers keep growing, but in the end, only making her stronger. One day she stumbles across that old tree and can not help but to smile.
One windy afternoon, as the clouds were swirling above, you walked by; my eyes caught a glimpse of your red sweater just before they caught a glimpse of your soul. Looking ahead, carelessly checking your phone, I wasn’t a part of your reality. I, a stranger, just a blur on the street corner, no different than anyone else around us. To me, in that moment, time stood still; the way your cheeks scrunched up when you smiled at your phone, the way you brushed your hand through your golden hair, and how each step you made seemed so flawlessly planned out. I found myself longing to know you, all while you lived unknowing of my existence. Weeks later, drinking a coffee, I found myself thinking of you, wondering of your well-being, hoping that one day we would cross paths again. Until that fortunate day, I will quietly smile as I think of you, a beautiful stranger with an electric soul. Sadly, I am no where in your mind, let alone your heart. In your life, my love that I would so gladly share with you, doesn’t exist.
Like a flower, she opens up in the spring
The sun and warmth sparking a fire in her soul
She blooms – a lifeless being becoming new again
Mother nature has a special touch
Inspiration feeds the fire in her soul
Her soul continues to bloom
She sees herself in nature
She feels herself in the wind
She hears her thoughts all around her
This is the closest to God she has ever been
I believe I see the world differently than most – for what things are, not what they seem to be. It is difficult
[impossible] to make friends, especially ones that last. I see through the meaningless words and the petty [heartbreaking] lies. Genuine is an endangered species. Some [most] keep up with ‘celebrities’ rather than their family and friends, and this is the current sadness of the world. Fuck keeping up with the Kardashians. I am guilty, though; keeping up with ‘celebrities’, comparing myself/others, jealous thoughts – but the conscious effort is currently being made to admire and keep up with what is real in my life. I am worth being compared to only my past self. I am worth being loved for my soul [who I really am], rather than being loved for my body [which is merely a shell]. My skin is a casing which encloses all of which make me who I am. Who judges a present based solely on the packaging? My words, my art, my tears.. they are all a pathway into the deepest part of me. Are you ready for the journey?