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.

Flying off swing sets, glimpses of sunsets, blades of grass floating in the air.
Snowflakes on my tongue, so much to become, dreams as big as a triple-dog-dare.
Chasing after leaves like a dog chases bees - relentlessly and rightfully fun.
Broken arms, not broken hearts, with band-aids to fix all my wounds.
Sadness existed solely in silence or when I was sent to timeout.
I didn’t yet bear the weight of the world. My bare arms were too busy living.
Surviving off smiles and makeshift mud pies, my backyard bakery was thriving.

I think back on that time when the whole world was mine. I wonder where I went since then.
That little blonde girl with the ribbons and curls doesn’t recognize herself anymore.
My old friends are gone, they simply moved on. I guess I had to move on too.
Monsters and demons crawled from under my bed, into my head.
And sticks and stones couldn’t touch my bones. My words were all that could hurt me.
My arms are now scarred from when life was too hard. They’re not bare anymore.
I’m more and more scared, I wasn’t prepared for my dreams to disappear.
It’s hard to have dreams when you struggle to sleep. I wish I could sleep through the night.
I wish I could see through the eyes of what used to be.

Why is the world so different than it seemed?
I’m ripped at the seams.
I can hear the screams.
From the little girl who had dreams drowned in the world.

If this life is a meteor, there’s no harm in simply watching the beauty fly by while it lasts.

Even if it burns?
...
Especially if it burns.

Maybe the goal in life is to get to a point where we finally feel ready to die.

I’m not ready yet.

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.
(?)

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

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

There
Is,
Was,
And Never Will Be
Another you in this world.

Never forget
How much you mean to this world,
How much you meant to this world,
How much you will mean to this world.

You are traveling through the tenses, and there is never a time to give up.

I’m not asking for much.
Just everything.

I want the light to shine through, and the darkness to settle
(but only when it needs to).
I want to soak up the sun, even if it burns.
I want to dance in the rain, even if the droplets come from tears.
I want beautiful sunsets, laughter with friends, cuddles on a cold night.
I want to learn to dance and trip on toes.
I want snowmen and hot chocolate with marshmallows melting next to a cackling fire.
I want heartbreak and thunderstorms and paper cuts and short breaths.
I want butterflies and butter pie and authentic love, like everyone else. 
I want to feel the rush of air in my lungs when the first taste of fall interjects itself into the summer air.
I want to hear the birds awaken like dominos falling in the trees when the sun rises and I haven’t slept a wink.
I want to feel my heart rest when it has found the right words to say.

I’m not asking for much.
Just everything.

Everything everyone deserves.
Everything life can extend to us.
Everything that makes me feel alive — makes me feel a life beating beneath the surface of my skin.

I’m not asking for much.
Just everything —
The good, the bad, the beautiful, the human.

Everything.

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.

The breeze flutters by like a secret.
The sun warms me up with a hug.
The birds serenade my existence.
The world wants to show me I’m loved.

The trees oversee my protection,
While the clouds perform in the sky.
I feel safe in the arms of this moment.
I don’t want this peace to pass by.

There is a lot to be heard in this stillness,
For its beauty is speaking out loud.
I listen to the whispers of wind which say,
“You are loved by the creator of the clouds.”

Is using a thesaurus cheating?

Are we supposed to have all the right words already?

Or maybe there are no right words at all.

She looks at me with eyes like the sea, so deep and incredibly pure.
I want to swim in her eyes and float in her love until we reach the horizon.
The sun and the moon are always gone too soon when I’m bathing underneath them with you.
The horizon we’re heading towards steals them away, and someday it will steal us too.

For now, I’m swimming in your eyes and floating in your love, just trying to catch the horizon.

I will love you until the horizon.

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?