life, for her, was a masquerade ball. her purse was full of colorful masks. each mask was carefully crafted, designed to impress everyone else. she was always watchful with one hand in her purse so she could switch masks.
he walked into the ballroom, slowly approaching her. she took off her mask, fumbling in her purse for a different one. he caressed her arm and shook his head.
the breeze tickled her face for the first time during the ball. he quietly gazed into her eyes, smiled to calm her racing heart, then pressed his lips to her cheek. they danced for the rest of the ball, and her masks were never seen again.
You make me the best me, bring out my joy. I don't need to try to impress you, I am who I should be. Was that really the last time I would see you for a year? ****, well I guess I should have hugged you harder. See you soon... hopefully, nothing will change.
Where will I end up? Somewhere Will I be lost when I get there? Lost Where am I suppose to be? There Will it take all that I've got? Cost Will I know when I am there? Yes But should I continue? Go What will i do? Impress Do I ever settle for less? No Who will be there? You And with me? New Adventures for all the new? True A new life that will lead to what? Pursue Pursue things that lead me where? Home But what should I continue to do? Roam
"I will not throw away my shot." Do not throw away your shot. We have one shot to make a difference. We have one shot to show them who we are. To make them see we aren't who they think we are. To let them hear us. We have one shot... Make it count. We must leave behind a legacy. "What is a legacy? A legacy is planting a garden that you'll never get to see." Let the younger ones see us fighting for what we believe in- let them see us dressing for ourselves and not to impress others constantly let them see us being who we are let them see us using our words for good and not for evil let them see us changing the world one word at a time