Jul 2015
I think there's something beautiful and organic about finding yourself.
Like sitting in a bookstore for hours uncovering the variety of stories you wish to encounter and the characters you're curiosity spuns about.
As well as the characters you've already come to learn in the same book you can never love too much.
Or the fact everyone knows you've been into a room because all the cabinets and drawers have remained wide open, a clear sign of your presence.
How you still have the same favorite song you did when you heard it as a little girl from Peter Pan.
How no matter how old you get you're reading taste does not.
The hunger for fantasy and unreality in her life never lessens,
she dreams of a world where things that are not real suddenly make sense, because of the nonsense.
She dreams of being a writer and seeing her words and name in the world because of her bold statement to Jesus.
Finding herself will not in the end be her reward, but all the small things that brought here there along the way.
She will never change for anyone's displeasure again,
for she is already so divine and pure.
One must come to love all the tiny imperfections each individual soul obtains.
I love my small annoyances, because at times that is what friends die laughing about in a moment.
Oh how important it is to find good friends.
In heartbreak and illness they are truly the ones who never leave your side.
The ones who show you what the best humanly love received is.
The sooner I could've learned that romance is nice, but not nice forever Oh how much happier she and I may have been.
How giving the key to your happiness to one mere human is the most obstrosity of a thing to do.
Finding a peace of mind in oneself and a hope that everything is going to be ok is the next lesson one must learn.
Only the dreamers in this world will survive, because they believe in a greater power, they believe truly, that everything they hope and want will certainly come to meet their gaze once upon their dream.
Only the dreamers will survive.
Only the believers will live.
Like sitting in a bookstore for hours uncovering the variety of stories you wish to encounter and the characters you're curiosity spuns about.
As well as the characters you've already come to learn in the same book you can never love too much.
Or the fact everyone knows you've been into a room because all the cabinets and drawers have remained wide open, a clear sign of your presence.
How you still have the same favorite song you did when you heard it as a little girl from Peter Pan.
How no matter how old you get you're reading taste does not.
The hunger for fantasy and unreality in her life never lessens,
she dreams of a world where things that are not real suddenly make sense, because of the nonsense.
She dreams of being a writer and seeing her words and name in the world because of her bold statement to Jesus.
Finding herself will not in the end be her reward, but all the small things that brought here there along the way.
She will never change for anyone's displeasure again,
for she is already so divine and pure.
One must come to love all the tiny imperfections each individual soul obtains.
I love my small annoyances, because at times that is what friends die laughing about in a moment.
Oh how important it is to find good friends.
In heartbreak and illness they are truly the ones who never leave your side.
The ones who show you what the best humanly love received is.
The sooner I could've learned that romance is nice, but not nice forever Oh how much happier she and I may have been.
How giving the key to your happiness to one mere human is the most obstrosity of a thing to do.
Finding a peace of mind in oneself and a hope that everything is going to be ok is the next lesson one must learn.
Only the dreamers in this world will survive, because they believe in a greater power, they believe truly, that everything they hope and want will certainly come to meet their gaze once upon their dream.
Only the dreamers will survive.
Only the believers will live.
