I said a lot of thoughts outloud today.
Still deciding how I feel.
Thanks for listening.

EMPHASIS.

Death is promised to the bee who's sting protects the colony.
Was it's life worth nothing more than honey for the queen?
Life is a branch and it is a dove, handcrafted by confusing love.
Sign language is our reply, when church beels make no sound.
In hollow towers and empty hives, we craved sweetness with a fear of heights.
Was it all just a grain of sand in an hourglass?

The smartest thing i've ever learned is that i don't have all the answers,
just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows,
a speck of light can reignite the sun and swallow darkness whole.

Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.
It is the finger pressed upon our lips.
It puts an unwanted emphasis on how we should have lived.
Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.
Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed.
Love letters that were never signed, sent to where we live.

But the sweetest thing i've ever heard is that i don't have to have the answers,
just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows,
a speck of light can reignite the sun and swallow darkness whole.

Because.

Question? Turned into an opinion:
All I know, is that you can't rely on someone to make you happy.

Not saying that people can't make you a happier person. Because they can. But if you build upon them you arn't going to be happy because people let you down because we are all human.
People compliment your life well. So don't ever not welcome them in. They are suppose to be there. Just not a source of dependancy.
I hate that.
Somebody explain life to me...I'm lost.
Happiness lies in the eye of the beholder.
You want to know if somebody is happy? Look into their eyes. They don't have to be smiling.

happy. patient. caring. passionate. I'll take those :)

maybe you'll never notice.
because you are fireworks and
i am pale skies and you are trumpets
and claxons while i am a single harp string
and i have shy eyes and quiet
hands and where you are the chorus and
the thunder of waves, i am only a breeze
ruffling the grass, in the faint and milky dawn
but
i love you more than you know.

you be the sun
i'll be the moon-
-just let your light
come shining through;
& when night comes,
just like the moon,
i'll shine the light
right back to you.

you matter.

uplifter.