I wanted to live until I was one hundred years old when I was a child
Now I want to live a fully lived life
Everything in this world has an expiration date
We will all pass away and become dust
But how do I want my time on this earth to be spent?
Spent worrying about the things happened in the past
Time wasted with people who do not see my self worth or value
or don't even acknowledge my presence
The words I held back because I was too afraid to say them
for fear of judgment
The words I wanted to say to the people I cherish the most in my life
but didn't say them because I was too embarrassed or hesitant

This life is but a vapor
And I want to live each and every second of it
thankful for each breath God has so graciously gifted me with
I don't know if I'll die tomorrow
Tomorrow is not guaranteed

Whether it's something heavy or light, people can feel honesty.

i have waited
sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive
checking my mailbox for a letter from a dear friend
crossing off the days on my calendar till a birthday or holiday
counting down the minutes until class gets out

i'd like to think i've always been a patient person
but sometimes, waiting makes me impatient
sometimes i ask myself
what am i waiting for
why am i wanting to go faster
when i should learn how to slow down
embracing the moments of waiting
teaching me that there is beauty in waiting

waiting for that moment to say something on my mind
when i have thought about it for so long
waiting for that moment to say hello
and perhaps in the goodbyes

waiting
teaching us patience
that in the things we let go of yesterday
will soon come to us
if we wait
patiently

how can she express what she's feeling
if her mind is like a warzone
unable to pick out the verses
her heart tunes to

there she waits
frustrated by her own inability
to say what she's thinking

so she writes
ink flown on the pages

sometimes she hates not being able to express what she is feeling or thinking inside.
she is able to soar across universes in her mind, yet when she opens her mouth, she feels as though everything collapses.
she gets frustrated because of this, and so she keeps quiet.
perhaps she was meant to only keep those things to herself, she thought.
no one could understand her anyway. or hear her.
but the most important thing, she said to herself, is to be reminded that it's okay if someone can't understand what you're saying.
it's okay if you can't convey your thoughts and feelings coherently sometimes.
because we all struggle with speaking up. and that's perfectly fine.