You
Me
This life.
Something we do.
Something we want to do.
Something we fight for and take for granted.

Stopping to smell the roses but only when there are roses near by.

Reminding ourselves that we can take the time to find the flowers we want to smell and prioritize appreciating their beauty.

We have the time, and yet our time is spent doing so many other things we don't want to do just so we can do so many other things that we want to do.

We waste so much of our time and yet I can't help but wonder if I even want to spend my time searching for flowers and smelling them when the spontaneity of smelling flowers and appreciating their beauty when they come into my life is a simple joy that I chose to keep and remember.

There's so many things to do, not do, want to do, not want to do, say, not say, appreciate, take for granted, love, loathe, but most importantly love and the things and the people and the places and the moments, the time that we have is so long and twisting yet short and fleeting, meaningful, yet boring, exhilarating, yet pointless and profound, so profound to hold you in my hands and look into your eyes and hold your tiny body against mine knowing you've been fearfully and wonderfully made.

Rip it open
And the blood spills out_
We watch through our screens as it runs through the streets.
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We can mute the screams
And they come and they wash it all away.

I long for cobbled stone roads
Dim lit stone stairs climbing with ivy
Up buildings built by Romans
adorned with flowers and intricacies
Details honed by Craftsman
Delicately drafting
the landscapes we live in
Unlike the concrete utilitarian steel and glass pillars and highways
Their plight on our journeys in life
To benefit the productivity
but detriment the soul
To capitalize no matter what the cost
Leaving me longing to nap
in a park with Parisians
For fresh baked baguettes on a bench with a bottle of burgundy
For mosaics made of glass in cathedrals built centuries ago
Over billboards and neon lights,
the flashing and screaming
products for purchase
Let me get my dinner after the people have had their naps.
Let it be an occasion
not a necessity to get by
Let's walk the city after 10
while the sky is still bright
Waiting for the dim street lights
to light our way back
To another day of walking
cobble ****** streets

There was a time when I was worried about the future.
It seemed all my plans I had spent years making were gone.
I had so many ideas of what would be, decided.
With great thought and consideration, I chose to abandon it all.
I chose to take the present as an indication that the future I had planned
Would not be the future I would meet in time passing.
So I burned it to the ground.

I found myself in a place of uncertainty.

Where would I go?
What would I do?
Now nothing was set in stone.
So I took to the present.
I took to working on me; in hopes to bring a future worth living.

I chose to work on my body,
For a healthier, stronger, better me
I chose to focus on school,
For a smarter, more marketable self
I chose to get lost in composing,
For my soul, my emotions, my creativity
I chose to be with you,
For my happiness,
For a better everything.

My future hasn't become more certain.
I didn't make better plans.
I’m making a better man.
So that no matter where I find myself
I can be the best I can.