i'm tired of these
black mascara tears
dripping down my face

She said "I just want to make an impact on the world. I want to feel like I matter. I want to make a difference. I want to feel like my presence makes someone else's life a little bit better."

He said " Oh honey, if you knew how much of an impact you make on this world you would be terrified. You matter so much it is upsetting that you do not see that. You make a difference everyday just by being you and trust me when I say your presence does more than make someone else's life better. Your presence is enough to cure a grown man's anxiety attack, your presence is the light in someone's darkness and every time I have the pleasure of being in your company I am amazed with who I see. Every moment with you is an adventure that I wish would never end. Believe me when I say that if you ever went away, hearts would break and the world would grieve until the end of time."

Continuous change is ubiquitous
Scripting a new script for us
Without rehearsal we take the stage

I'm planning to change the world.
Not all at once,
But boy by boy and girl by girl.
Touch each heart and move each soul.
One by one.
I'll change the world.

Seasons change by month
I change day by day each year
Seasons stay the same

Its so much easier to push someone away, than to let yourself become vulnerable.
                                                     ­         
To give them the power to hurt you.

Showing your true feelings is relinquishing all your power.

You're trusting them not to take advantage of your weaknesses.

And that, is an absolutely ridiculous notion.

Once weakness is spoted, it is used and abused, untill you are just a quivering mess lying on the floor, wondering how you ever let yourself get into such a situation.

I will not be:
Vulnerable  
Powerless
Weak

I am strong, because people don't know the real me, and that's how its going to stay.

Falling asleep, with your arms wrapped around me.Encasing me.

Drifting into unconscious.

Feeling completely safe.

And waking up.Not fully.

But just enough to see the new days sun.

When I gingerly touch your hip. 

You turn and wrap me in your arms once
again.As if it was second nature.

As if this action, was embedded into your DNA.

I lay there half asleep.

Listening to your breath.

Anything past the edge of the bed is
Galaxies away.

This moment is ours forever.

No one can take this from us.