All the world is tucked in under the same sky, but we all have our own private view of the stars.

God is a ghost, but god is alive,
That’s what they want us to think.
Really, we’re just humans, trying to be divine,
Reaching for something we’ll never find.

God is a ghost, but god is alive
…
Is he alive?
…
Or is it a lie?

I want you to feel like a mountain, like you’ve been molded for millions of years,
Faulting and bending and building to become as you appear:
Strong and towering and brave, always rising toward the sun,
Certain of your movements, determined to become someone.

I want you to feel like a river, overflowing with life and with love,
Rushing and curving and spilling to cover us all with your flood -
Nomadic and adventurous and free-spirited, never ceasing to explore the world,
The river of life and of love flows from the heart of a girl.

I want you to feel like a forest, growing up from your roots and your seeds,
Spreading and falling and flourishing, a life-force that helps us to breathe,
Layered and vibrant and plentiful, rising up when you’re given a chance,
Your branches extend out toward others, and you stand firm in your wind-woven dance.

I want you to feel like a wonder, I want you to feel like a sight,
Embedded in all that I see and experience, joining me on this journey through life,
You’re worthy and natural and life-giving, astonishing all who meet you,
You’re as beautiful as the world out there, and I’m stopping to enjoy the view.

Lift me up from beneath the stars, and I’ll help you reach the moon.
That’s where dreams go to dance; where they’ll act like they’re just out of reach.

But they’re not.

They may live in the constellations, but they were meant to travel with you.
You just have to show them you care.

You have to chase them.
Embrace them.
Fall in love with them.
Then, when your dream falls in love with you, it will follow you home.

Don’t settle for anything less than something that was born in the sky.

Time: there’s never enough, but it’s all we have
Trust: it takes almost an eternity to form, but it can come crashing down in one instant
Love: everyone’s supposed to have it, but no one knows exactly where they’ll find it
Life: we have only been given one, but we act like it will never end

I’m scared I’ll never make anything,
Never do anything,
Never be anything.

I’m scared no one will be able to feel all the love my heart keeps a secret.
(Have I even loved enough?)

I’m scared no one will be able to see the determination in my eyes.
(Have I even strived enough?)

I’m scared no one will hear me as I pour myself dry.
(Have I even poured enough?)

I’m scared all that will be left of me in this world is a question mark.
(Will it ever be enough?)

I’m scared.
(?)

You’re hard to capture.

I cannot hold the depths of your soul in the palm of my hand without losing sight of your smile or the way your love lives in your eyes. You change too fast for me to put it all down on paper, and I feel like every conversation turns you into a new person, a more radiant person. I will continue to chase my tail in infinite circles as I try to put you down on paper. I will record my observations of how pretty your hair looks after it’s been jumbled while you sleep or how my clothes look more comfortable when they’re draped over your skin. I will scribble little love poems on the backs of receipts and in the palm of your hand, trying to tell you how lucky I feel to steal some of your time. But, none of these things feel like enough.

You’re too hard to capture.

It’s a beautiful experience to try and capture you anyways.