I keep this love, my dear, in my back pocket.
Neither a prologue, nor epilogue to my thoughts, it
simply resides in the middle of the flat high-way distance
and sky-scraping time. A pocket of feeling; the ghost
of possibility clings to my breast, where your hands grasped
my heart, once––our sighs but passive resistance.

Your hug is so warm
Your hug is like a butterfly in my stomach
Your hug made me dance so sweet
Your hug makes it all better
Your hug is full of love
Your hug that I barely miss
Your hug made me burst into tears.

But sometimes it's okay to cry, right?
Because your hug reminds me of
someone I love....

There's nothing sweeter than a dog lifting your hand with their nose so you can pet them

"Oh I'll be free. just like that bluebird. Oh I'll be free. ain't that just like me." -David Bowie

I'm nearly twenty years old and I'm finally starting to realize something, that is that life is too short and too precious to have any regrets.

So take the time everyday to say "I love you", and take the time to hug your parents because life really isn't  that long.
Push yourself to run for that extra mile, and push yourself to lift the extra weight because life is too short to not be the best you, you can be.

And please, leave your comfort zone. Say hello to strangers, go to concerts, sing louder songs, meet new people, build more relationships, love as hard as you can because life just isn't that long.

i've neglected to notice—
may as well say 'ignored'

only ivory nails
scratching emery, bored

but then every-so-often
it catches my ear

and it says the one thing
but with two things to hear