running towards the mountains
that i know i'll never reach
my lungs are on fire,
and i'm fine with that.
the water rushes by,
the trees engulf me,
and the wildflowers bloom
to remind me that
beauty doesn't need to be
tamed.
for i am merely a speck
on this great, expansive world
and i feel so very free
in my insignificance.

everyone is so focused
on the big picture
that they forget
the most important part of life
is in the details

the little things
that make a person
who they are

coffee or tea
sunsets or sunrises
roses or wildflowers
beaches or mountains

find beauty
in the smallest parts
of someone
because they're
the most important

i pull on my lip
because i want to look hot.
and lips are hot, right?
i cry more over a character in a book
than a character in my life.
somedays everything seems beautiful.
somedays nothing does.
and
i act like i don't care about a thing.
because being uninterested
makes me interesting,
right?

i don't know why
but here we are
you pulled me from the dark void
i thought was life
and showed me true possibilities

i think
i think too much
about stuff i shouldn't
think about
but it's like
everywhere
you've ever been
was soaked
in the essence
of you

they're still there
but you have to be close
to see them
and really
most people
just don't care enough
to look

you ask me if
you should go to florida
i swallow my pride
and say no
i beg you to stay with me
promise to take you
to the beach myself
someday

i turn my cowardice
into courage
and believe in us
more than i believe
in the world's opinions  
of us