You can pick your friends

Your friends
will love you

as long as

you love them
you are nice to them
dress like them
and do what they say.

Your friend will be your friend,
granted you are a friend to them.


Love is a feeling

Love will
never hurt

love is nice

love will be
love when it is earned
or deserved
and desired.

Love will never tell lies,
unless you would rather hear them.

Sisters go through phases
Of the rising and setting moon
Sharing laughter of an lost language
Time captured in bottles
To be opened again
After absence and distance
And change.

To open and drink down the elixir
A concoction of connection that hits fast
Bubbles of memories
Hick-ups of the poignant points past
Between real life boasting.

Getting to know daily rituals and styles
Each sister developed so differently.
Acceptance is the only shared emotion
As well as wonder and curiosity
Related by blood
Yet so easy as friends
Not many are so lucky.

No matter how close we get to a friend
Our time capsule is filled to brim
Of decades worth of silliness and shame.
Doses of reality, moments of reflection
Not all was fun and joy.

The hard times molded our genuineness
Conflict shaped our resilience
Anxiety dealt with in opposite
Sill never letting go
Together in suffering we bonded
Holding close our sanity and hearts.

Alas, our time together waxes and wanes
Always there but not always visual.
"I love you Rai Rai."
"Same same Blue Jai."
Together in the imagination station.

Even if my rib cages confined my heart away from you
Your ability to make it melt
would let my love drip through to you.

The best things in life are the simplest things in life. The warmth of the sun through my window. The early morning breeze through my hair. The first sight of buds on a tree. The touch of my skin against yours. The feeling of holding your hand. The luxury of I have of laying in your bed… over, and over again. Knowing your love is available, for free, without ask, and made especially for me.

Sometimes, you just need to love someone without question.
Without questioning their worth,
their future,
their purpose.

Just love – that’s all you have to do,
for love makes someone worthy,
builds someone’s future,
and gives someone their purpose.

The wind swept the leagues of sea-foam up onto the shore, mingling there apathetically, before returning home. The sand shone like polished brass, and the sun, bloated and full, exhumed beauty through the medium of light. It spilled over everything. There were no exceptions, nothing could be exempt from the arches of gold that spiraled through the treetops before resting on the ocean floor.
It is found underneath the rotting log, between the hermit crab's legs, bouncing off the seagull's feathers, churns through the waterfalls. 
And we, perceived as so small, yet behold the world in its entirety, can do the same. Able to give unconditionally just as easily, have our charity of love expand just as softly. When asked of my dreams, I think of this.

My eyes deepened into the cool Grays and blues of you.
My body laid in sync with yours.
My thoughts hard to make out into words.
Words are useless, they don't function anymore.
You spoke with confidence.
A love that was not meant for just me, but yourself as well.
Selfishness had been constricted to the death.
Kept me close but pushed a little further away.
Mutuality had been finally rested in our hands.
Twirling my heart around your mind.
You escaped the vicious walls. Those who consumed you.
A free love.
An everlasting love.
It is true. It is love. It is pure.
Free.

when you think of me,
i hope you think of opportunity.
doors closed, but we learned to fly
to new doors within the sky.
words will never be as beautiful
as the love that we shared.
but i still care.
i've always cared.