Do you truly know what it's like to dream with your eyes open?
To confess that you don't know why you dream the way you do.
The need to miss as much as you do.
Missing the reality of the things that make most happy.
Catching yourself in the beauty that goes unseen.
Everything that goes unseen.
The light that twinkles in the melanin.
Quiet spheres that guard us from what we fear most.
Legit watching you the way you watch them.
Bowing in your essence while you share in their regal.
The way your shoulders slide into a dress made in their likeness.
The rest of the world goes on

Captivating.
The only word
I could use
When the wind caught
The tangles of your hair.

Entrancing.
Your eyes as dark as the night
Spears through my soul,
Through my heart.
Down to my very core.

Burning.
Casting me on fire
The flames of the lightest touch
You whisked
When our fingers brushed.

Spellbinding.
When I saw the life
Flashing before me,
Giddy, bumpy, fulfilling
With you.

have you ever notice
how things just shift?
Plate tectonics shift,
moods shift,
cars shift,
schedules shift.
Everything shifts,
and I love it!
Its something so simple,
i know.
but I felt like my life
needs to shift.
I want my life to shift to something knew,
because for about 7 years now,
I've been doing the same old things

Joy
Is warm apple cider
Drank on a porch
On a cold November day.

Joy
Is a friend
To whom you don't
Have to clarify and censor.

Joy
Is having a moment
To relax
And soak in the world.

Joy
Is having a friend whom talking to
Gives you energy
When you're an introvert.

Joy
Is a quiet read
Outdoors
After a stressful day.

Joy
Is somehow knowing
That everything
Is going to be okay,
And if it isn't,
That no one
Will leave you.

Joy is a slight smile,
A faint contentment
Upon the cheeks and lips,
And a great relaxation
Within.

Joy
Is what I have,
Somehow,
Right now.

Have you ever seen someone get so happy and touched over the little things?
Something so small, that it seems like it shouldn't really mean so much.
Have you ever offered to help someone by picking up whatever it is they needed or dropped?
And have them react with a million thank yous & a look of wonderment?
Why do people tend to get so moved by the little things, no matter how small they are?
Why does doing something so tiny make someone feel so good inside?
The truth is, there's no right answer to this question, people just feel this way.
Because there are some who feel alone every single day in this world.
People who feel like no one likes them or wants to be their friend for some reason.
Or, there are people who need help with something because they are disabled.
Whatever the reason may be, anything you do can make a difference.
This is why, beyond may other reasons, the little things matter to people.

We are an echo of our past
Like an empty hanger in the closet
All bare and cold
Memory serves as the foundation to something beautiful
As long as those shoulders
Bare something new.
And our closet doesn’t stay empty but rather collects a rainbow of hues.

A step a splash and water flies everywhere
Drops fly but in glistening fragments of lights
Peals of laughter shake the air with joyful music
They fade in time and then, silence
Alone once again on a well walked path
Trees on either side lean gentle in the wind
For a moment, only a moment the clouds that darken
Both the  mind and the sky are driven away
One action of spontaneous restless desire
Creating a smile that tunes into a laugh
To unleash the floodgates of  emotionless mirth
A quickly fading memory of childish humour
Though that moment, as brief as it is
Takes me in her arms and leaves behind a memory
To be held to and treasured, grinned at foolishly
For the light that shines on that random puddle
Is mine now, offered to live on in my mind
For i know it will be dark again, and soon
Thought to laugh for only an instant, a moment
In the childish way abandoned by adults
Is to give hope for a better world.

They were dying their hair
And shaving the sides
Just trying to find out
What felt right
They were piercing their bodies
And piercing each other
She loved him
And
He loved her

I went on a nature walk
with no idea,
no preparation,
only to take some pictures.

At a certain point
I got lost
with no phone
no one but me,
my thoughts,
and the layers of
cold sunken through.

I had no idea where I was,
only faith that I would get out
at some point
if I kept going.

I forgot everything
except this poem, my camera, and my next step.