I live for the silent moments..
The early thursday mornings, its 3am
The sound of crisp cool air bustling through the trees...before the birds let out their morning song. These are the moments I find the most peace.

Where I can escape into me.

I love these silent moments, when half of the world is fast asleep. And only those with a story are out wandering the streets. Trying to make ends meet. traveling in silence, but actions speaking ever so loudly.

And then there is me.

The person who just wants to capture the worlds rawest beauty.

Sulking in the silence.
Being inspired.
By life, just happening all around me.

I'm thankful for the rain,
For it covers my tears.

I'm thankful that it's cold,
For it excuses my shaking.

words are my drugs.
how powerful words woven together
like beautiful chords in a song
i feel them down to my very core.

the way they can inspire
or hasten
or beckon or call
they can make you feel, feel anything at all.
they swell up tears in lonely eyes
it seems to be the only thing to satisfy
a lonely mind who needs another voice inside
to tell them it will be okay
or that its just another day.

sometimes all we need is a sentence or quote;
a little handwritten note.
a word alone is just alright
but together they unwind hearts so tight
because these seemingly innocent, yet disastrous things
can somehow understand
and express
all the things that feelings cannot say.

and my god it is a beautiful thing.

Observation: People are scared of everything.
I cannot say I am fearless.
But here's the thing.
I believe that we find ourselves in the pain and the ****.
Why are we so scared to feel?
Those happy moments, they're great.
Who doesn't love to be loved and to have smiles and laughs surrounding them affectionately?
But to be so low, to let yourself feel the gut-wrenching, dreadful, anxious, grieving, suffering, numbing pain,
it makes those moments of happiness even greater.
It's no longer a happy moment, it's an exhilarating one.
I swear you'll feel so happy that you wouldn't even care if it was your last moment on earth.
It's no longer a laugh, but a bellow that makes your insides scream of joy.
It's no longer just a baby laughing, it's a beautiful little soul that makes your whole day a little brighter.
It's no longer just a song, it's a beautifully crafted symphony that makes your ears explode.
It's not longer just a day to you, it will be a day in which you do everything possible to take that happiness and spread it to others. And that can be every day.
But to feel this, the truth is that you have to go through the **** first. You have to let yourself be depressed and anxious and moody and angry and sad, because once you've felt it all you'll know that you can get yourself out. And that everything will be okay. And that being lost will get you found again. You can't give up on yourself because I'm telling you this: You can find strength in every pain.

So here's to you life, keep pushing me down and pushing back at me. Because it just makes me want to keep being stronger.