1/4/12

We talk about the parts that ache, that have ached, for so long. I remember who I thought I would become, who I was, who I am today- with you. I want to answer your questions, and respond to your thoughts. Even though my head spins with context, my mouth lacks sentences, and my lips fail to make sound. I look over to the drivers seat, through the tunnel of darkness pinned with street signs, and search for your eyes. Please tell me you understand this look. My body's desperate tactic for exception. I look for your eyes.
The universe writes no story. For the existence, there is only fate. With fate, there is surprise, karma, and luck. There is the beautifully unexpected. There is the energy between two souls. When you walked into my life, and each time you walk through my door, we begin to write the story. (A story filled with moments.)


For the past years of my life, I only spun webs. There was never a time when the truth was free and my feelings were spoken. I was reclusive, silent, heavy with my secrets. I could not look in the mirror and recognize myself. I ran to and from the shadows of everyday. But now, I feel closer than ever to being happy. I am able to accept who I am and where I have been. I am able to feel beautiful. I am able to seek the truth and the simplicity life so graciously gives.