I live in this world, In the midst of everyone else. Everyone who wastes their time worrying about what to wear, who to talk to, what to hear or what to tell. They focus their minds on popularity, politics, or money.

The world breathes around me. It speaks, teaches, and I learn. Others block their ears, for they do not know the knowledge that mother nature brings. They do not know that her whispers are soft, and one must listen with their full strength to gain her wisdom.

I stand in the midst of a million miracles. All going unnoticed by society. Each one missed by the bustling crowds and worrying minds. No one stops. No one looks. No one listens.

Wonder washes over me. I breathe, smile, and pick up my camera, my brush, my hands, and I capture it. I take hold of the beauty, and I oh so carefully place it on paper, canvas, screen, to be saved forever.

I capture the miracles, missed by the eyes of humans. I capture imagination, breaking invisible walls created by what is seen by eyes alone. But I see by mind. I peer through the cracks and crannies of my thoughts, searching for the perfect creation, the perfect oddity, the perfect wonder to introduce to the world, to allow the people to stop, and think.

To stop, and listen, learn, LIVE. For all they do is search for what they think is "life" when really it's right before their eyes. Right before their eyes, that see nothing. To truly live, one must open not only their eyes, but their minds, and the wonders and miracles of this beautiful universe will finally be at arms reach.

And all they have to do, is reach out, and grab it.

Oh, why do I sit here staring into my screen wasting my time when I've lived such a life? I look around me and see nothing but memories. Memories. Filling the walls, living in not just photos hanging on the walls but in the books. Bent pages reminding me of when I was younger and used to bend them despite what the librarian told us all before we checked out our first books. Memories in the knick knacks on my shelves, telling me stories that only I can hear.

Stories of when I was little and my grandfather bought me a tiny glass frog with a crown on its head to sit on my shelf and be my prince. Memories in my pallet. I feel the layers of paint caked onto and into the wood displaying different colors and mountains of texture from the years of dried paint, years of dried ideas and creativity that were thrown onto various canvases and papers, also hanging on my walls screaming memories, memories, memories.

  My life has been nothing but them. For after one moment passes, it is only a memory, yes? Just think, if every moment is to only be transformed into a memory, that could be forgotten, or disguised as a useless object on your shelves or your walls, why waste them? For objects grow dust. But my life should not.

  I will dust my memories off and bring them to life. I will start living, making memories out of every moment and not wasting them. And every day I will dust them off and keep them clean, remembering the wonderful life I have lived.

Numbers create limits,
but infinity is forever,
never wrapping our possibilities up
in the restrictions of time or measurements.

You and I are infinite.
For infinity does not have definition.
No beginning, no end,
it’s just always been there,
both known and unknown,
eyes opened that have been closed
for the first few years of our young lives.

I saw you and knew.
That infinity defined us.
Like the stars in the sky,
twinkling in their infinite numbers,
countless, like the fireflies that lit my backyard
when you told me that you loved me
like you loved the way the light from the fireflies danced
in perfect rhythm with the stars in my eyes.

Infinity defines the love I feel for you,
though miles eventually split us apart.
But those miles have a number to define them.
My darling, my love does not.
My love is infinite.
Existing alone in this world of infinite unique loves.

I hope that you look at the stars.
Because I look at the stars,
and see us.
The stars we see are not there anymore,
existing previously in skies miles away
but now only their imprint is left for us to gaze upon,
to wish upon.

You, are a star.
You were once with me,
Lighting up every single one of my days,
wrapping me up in your endless light
as you twinkled in the sky full of other stars.

Out of this sky of twinkling stars,
I chose you to whisper all of my wishes to.
And now all I have left is an imprint of you
to gaze upon,
to wish upon.

Why do we wish on something
that isn't there anymore?
Because we have hope.
Hope, my love, is what I have.
Hope for us, hope for you,
hope that I could pour out my love for you
into the night sky and light it up
with stars once more.
I would bring those imprints
of twinkling pasts to the present for you.

So let’s be infinite together.
Let’s forget the numbers, the ages,
the time restrictions and the miles, that bind us up.
Let’s break those bindings, and be free.
Because those numbers create limits,
but infinity is forever,
never wrapping our possibilities up
in the restrictions of time or measurements.

So like the stars,
twinkle with me,
throughout all of time,
where our story has been written in the constellations
sense the birth of the infinite universe.

The sweet sound of laughter,
Crackles in my ear like the sparks and the sound of the fire
Shadows cast by the ten foot flames,
Dance in rhythm to the strumming of a ukulele,
We all sing along, our voices hoarse from inhaling the billowing smoke
My eyes reflect the dancing flames,
And I feel an arm wrap around my waist.
The smoke creeps into my nose again,
I hide my face in his chest,
Fighting off the smoke’s stinging scent
With the scent of his shirt.
Only silloettes against the fire, I watch as my friends talk,
And laugh the night away.
The sparks rise into the air, and mingle with the stars.
Weary of laughing and standing for hours,
We all migrate away, leaving our worries by the fire.
Under the stars we lay, singing yet more songs,
And weaving our stories and secrets into the constellations.
All of our hearts, bound together,
Lay on the warm asphalt driveway.
Part of my heart still lies there,
Amongst friends on warm summer nights,
By the dancing bonfire flames,
In the secrets told to the stars,
And in his arm around my waist.
This is where my heart will stay,
In the night when I fell in love.