I am the king of bad jokes and cigarette butts.
I'm holding a beer in my left hand and my pride in my right,
take them both, for I no longer have need for the one in my right
and I figured you were thirsty.
I hope that on your journey home, you experience the fact that love is not just a word.
That we were put on this rock for something more than the bubble sized universes we shove our insecurities into.
I hope you shrug off the pain of the life you've lived and sweep yourself off of your feet.
know that you are worth being loved.
all of you are worth being loved.
if you're reading this,
or hearing it,
or writing it,
or ignoring it,
know that you are worth more than what the world tries to tell you.
know that this thing called courage is a double edged sword, both sides sharp with the intent to pick you up off of the floor and to keep moving because the weight of my sorrows have crippled me more times than I'd like to remember,
and my feet bare callouses from my lack of sitting still,
and my journey has only just begun
so can I share it with you?
will you share yours with me?