choose love
and joy
and happiness
and love
and hope
and love
and joy
and hope
and love
and love
and
love
and

love

i just really need to kiss someone
feel that thrill
and excitement
of what could come next

i just really need to cuddle with someone
feel the closeness
and intimacy
of being close to another person

i just really need to hug someone
feel that comfort
and relief
of having someone else’s arms around me

i just really need to be close to someone
just to feel another person
that physical feeling of touching another human being

no strings attached

i love snow days
sleeping in,
a pancake breakfast (or brunch),
working in my pajamas,
watching the quiet and still world out the window
nothing beats a snow day

until you have 3 of them over the course of a week or so (with a weekend in between) and you live alone

then i start to feel like jack torrence

some days i truly believe i’m doing better
but something always happens
when i’m getting close to someone
sharing the intimate details of my life
my story
my shortcomings
my “trauma”
(god i hate that word
that word is reserved for those who went through truly horrible things
but not me
because it wasn’t bad in my head
though i’m learning that there are some pieces missing when i talk to her about what happened)

i can’t get close to people like i could before you infiltrated my life and grew like a slow-moving cancer
constantly there even when there are no symptoms
(god there’s that word again. “cancer.” that ugly
vile
word only reserved for the worst of the worst
that word that made last year the worst year of my life
maybe it was the lack of that word that made it
i don’t know
but i hope that’s what you get
something slow
but hard to treat
i want you to feel what it’s like to feel your insides being ripped apart
feel the sickness
and pain
that i felt.
god i hate myself for saying that
rage clouds the corners of my vision and oftentimes becomes blinding
yet i am stuck
stuck between the feelings of rage and mercy
so diametrically opposed
and different
but i guess somewhere deep down i remember that you’re a human being
but
you are a monster
you preyed on my innocence and naïveté and optimism
and i couldn’t take off my rose colored glasses to see your true form until the damage was done
you had no business with me or getting close to me
or taking me


but i digress

i wish so desperately to find solace in
You
i want to believe in You wholeheartedly
but for some reason
i cannot
i was raised to follow You and believe in
You
but i feel You have left me in the dark
i am trying to see Your light through the forest
but i cannot
i don't feel Your love the way i once did
You don't touch me the way You used to as i kneeled before You on sundays
i know You are real and the Son is real
but i am having a hard time understanding why i am here
and why my prayers have gone unanswered
You have a purpose for me
but what is it?

hey, god
it's me.

are you even there?
because i feel like i've been leaving voicemails in a long lost friends mailbox and never receiving a call back
and now i cannot leave anymore because it is full  

do you even hear me?
i've been screaming my prayers for a long time now and
i
am
getting
desperate
i just want some of your guidence
please
help me navigate through the stormy waters i am going to be swallowed up in

do you even know me?
i am one of your children
yet i feel left behind
like the lost sheep matthew and luke spoke of
but nobody is coming to find me

is it because i don't go to church on sunday?
is it because i don't read the bible?
is it because i don't know the stories by heart?
what is it?
please.
i am lost and i don't think i will be found this time

please
give me some guidence
show me your face
just give me something so i can make it through to see the sun rise tomorrow

lately
i have had the drive to write
but
the words are not coming