Look at the clouds,

soak in the sun.

Channel the nerves in your body

And feel.

Feel all the emotions

Surrender those which bring you down

Embrace those which give you wings.

Find a balance in the dark,

And learn to close your eyes

When the lights shine too bright.

Look into the mirror

And learn to love what you see.

Be real.

Love real people .

Be honest with others

And with yourself.

Be mindful.

Dont waste time

Life is short

So dont waste time.

Cherish the sunrise

And be curious of it’s setting

Notice it’s colors

And appreciate it’s beauty

Dance to songs of rain

And sing along to songs of thunder.

question everything

But also be vulnerable to many truths

Jump into life

Be loud

and real

find someone who you want to share the stars with

Someone who will listen to love songs with you in the rain

And drink tea with you at neat little coffee shops.

Look into the stars above

See all the possiblites that the sky holds

and all the possibilities this life holds.

Be forgiving,
Be true,
Be loving,
Be passionate,
Be kind,

Stop wasting time.

I thought the book was finished, turns out I was only one page deep. I opened my eyes and it was bright. I opened my mouth and let out a yell of booming relief. For I now knew who I was today, and who I was going to be tomorrow.

I have been trying to carry the weight of the world and instead learned how to carry my own.

This is the first day of my life.

You are gold amongst stone,
a diamond in the ruff.
I can see you, down there in the Earth,
but mere sight is not enough.

This city gives me wings.

I thought I understood it. I believed I could hold it with an open hand and that it would stay. But on it floated. You, with your shoulder length curls filled with bleached strands and earthy streaks of brown. And me, with my clumsy efforts and anxious eyes. To fall for you was to sink into an ocean of tranquil depths beneath mountainous caverns but to still feel the embrace of sunlight. You were the sky, with it’s blues and it's whites, and just like the sky your eyes held deeper beauty than that of mere color. Float with me as I fall away from this shadow and deeper into the blooming of tomorrow's flower.

What came first? The flies or the act of flying? This is going nowhere.

You had teased me about eventually writing about this moment. This moment and every other moment. Cigarette in hand, pink blushing my cheeks “yeah right”. I could never grow tired of this. Feeling so incredibly close to somebody that you know there will never be room for regret. We are not two, we are one and I’m pretty certain I’ve loved you since you were born. Probably longer than that. The sun looked over her shoulder to say hello to us that day. Watched you run around the cement staircase and discuss your orbit around me.

What came first? Forgiveness or sin? This is going nowhere.

I think of you farthest from the boundaries of this existence. Like maybe you’ve always been a day dream. A lost thought. An open-ended question. You in your crinkled smiles and loud poetry hiding behind punk rock. You in your black coffee and sarcastic comments about my own soft words. You in your never-ending paradox. I don’t think we’ve ever apologized to each other. What is there to apologize for? I’m sorry for finally finding you? I’m sorry for becoming the person you would eventually love more than life itself?

What came first? The lovers or the love?

It's okay if this is going nowhere, so long as i end up there with you.

Tomorrow looks bright,
from the shadows of today.

Today:
How can I be so full
of thoughts
of doubts
of emotions

but feel so empty?

How can I be surrounded
by loved ones
by blessings
by oppurtunities

but feel so alone?

I'm losing in a battle against myself
and as I sit here and give into these emotions
I am contributing
to my own demise.

Tomorrow:
To win this battle
I must **** the old me
and throw the shell of my old self
into the flames
I must then find a new me
within the ashes.

A timeless truth:
The light of tomorrow always shines brighter
as we look from the shadows in which we dwell.
It is up to us,
to leave those shadows
and to embrace the warmth
of the sunshine.