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Darby Rose Jan 2014
Jordan gave me rose quartz prayer beads. Freddy picked me up and spun me around.

I kissed the beads and kissed my hand and blew it to the stars, over and over again.
Thank you universe, for the kind hearted people you have dropped into my existence.
Thank you universe, for the good music, the good ****, good wine, and good company.
Thank you, for the smiles, the laughs, the cigarettes, the numbers given out on backs of receipts.
Thank you for the swing sets, the campfires, the coffee and tea, the cars we drive around in.
Thank you for emotions.
Thank you for the feeling I get when someone kisses my forehead,
the feeling when someone compliments my smile,
the feeling when I notice the moon for the first time that evening.
Thank you, for the moon, the stars, the clouds, and the autumn breeze.
Thank you for the sounds, the crickets, the leaves rustling, the clinking glasses,
and the sound of small kisses.
Thank you for the snort I get when I laugh to hard.
Thank you for the bass, the guitar, the drums.
Thank you for the shouts, the soft spoken, the loud, and the whispers.
Thank you for the doors, the staircases, and the windows.
Thank you for everything that ever was, is, and will be.
Thank you for the indefiniteness of the now.
Thank you for everything.

I once read in a book, that the likelihood of our proteins folding just so to make us what we are is comparable to that of a twister rolling through a junkyard and assembling a jumbo jet.
This is something I like to remind myself daily.
It is so miraculous that we are here today to experience everything and everyone around us, and be able to document and share it.
I hope one day someone can look at my photographs and writings and feel these immense and overwhelming emotions that I feel in these moments.
Darby Rose Jan 2014
There is a solution for all of my problems,
one easy fix that is evidently the most difficult aspiration I've ever been blessed with.
There is a simple solution.
IF you want to know this secret, this marvelous tactic, if you are ready to know it, here it is:
Give up on trying so hard to achieve things that are given to us only by time.
Give it up.
I promise, as soon as you do, and I mean REALLY do, it will all fall into place.
Now, I've never really been the mystic, spiritual type,
but there is no logical reason this tactic works; it just does.
So I have no other choice than to believe it is the workings of something out there I do not understand. Honestly, that is one belief I am perfectly okay with having.
Darby Rose Jan 2014
You move at such a strikingly different pace than I.
You are nonchalant to a T.
You progress as a river, smooth and steady.
You flow over rocks with such ease,  
not letting anything of unimportance afflict you, yet still holding strong to your direction.
You are soothing and fresh,
life sprouts from you, and surrounds every inch of your being.
I, I am the ocean.
Vast and unpredictable, I'll create anything from cataclysmic hurricanes to captivating coral reefs.
I shelter anything from Atlantis to the Loch Ness monster, and my deepest parts may never be revealed.
But darling, I'll turn your skies blue, if you only give me a chance.
I want every ounce of you to flow into me, your fresh water bringing me serenity, if only for one moment.

I'll never quite get why you don't like roller-coasters, or haunted houses, or rope swings, but I'm beginning to make peace with that lack of understanding.
You'll never fail to fascinate me with your love for gardens, and old films, and espresso.
I want to uncover everything about you.
I want you to teach me things about myself that I never knew were so prominent,
I ache to know you so much more.
I want you to know me, so, so much more.
I am trying to give you pieces of me, I am just still learning how.

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