A blessing in disguise.

I just want to be there for you.
What little I have to give, I want to give to you.
It'd be nice if you'd let me try.

You know those people you meet. The kind of people that put so much color inside of your black&white world. You were one of those. You are one of those. You are loved more than you know.
All I know is that's enough to not let go.

Were all fighting some kind of battle. Don't you ever feel alone in this mass population. I can't promise you consistency, nobody can. I can't promise to tell you I know how you're feeling, because I don't. But I can promise to remain in your hand. Even when you push me away. Which is one thing I will NEVER understand. If I care about you, I will absolutely no questions asked, never ever force you out of my life. I want you there. Stay put. But not everyone is me, therefore I'm learning to except your ways. You're not the only one learning here. It's a learning process all around.

I know you're searching for a deeper meaning. To life, to the problems life places at your feet. Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, or end. Maybe there is an answer, maybe there isn't. Maybe the answer is so much more simple than the questions you're trying to reveal. Mouthwatering ambiguity.

All this pain & fighting will be useful to you one day. We've all fought for something at some point. A blessing in disguise. Everybody has problems. Everybody has bad times. Do we sacrafice all the good times for them? Somewhere between heartache & waiting comes a fraction of hope. It will take it's sweet time, but eventually it will build up into something called love. That, I am still trying to uncover. Love is everywhere. How do I know? Look at all the places I've found a heart. It's everywhere, trust me.

There is always always always something to be thankful for. When your heart speaks, take good notes. One truth in life that I was fortunate to master at a young age is simplicity is beautiful. The most insignificant things in this world have turned into the reason of my life. Find beauty in everything. It's there. Make a list of happy things. Anything that has ever brought a smile to your face. Your list should be endless. If it's not, look closer. It will do you wonders.

Darling, be patient. Getting lost helps you find yourself. We're all lost.

You were meant for amazing things. That I have no doubt in.

I've got this friend
I don't think you know him
He's not much for words
He's hidden his heart away

Oh I've got this friend
A loveless romantic
All that he really wants
Is someone to want him back

Ohh, if the right one came
If the right one came along
Ohh, If the right one came, along

I've got this friend
I don't think you know her
She sings a simple song
It sounds a lot like his

Oh I've got this friend
Holding onto her heart
(Like it's a little secret)
Like it's all she's got to give

Ohh, if the right one came
If the right one came along
Ohh, if the right one came, along

It'd be such a shame
If they never meet
She sounds lovely
He sounds right out of a dream
If only
If only
If only

Ohh, if the right one came
If the right one came along
Ohh, I've got this friend,
If the right one came along
Ohh, I've got this friend
If the right one came, along

I don't even have words for this one. What comes after amazing?

Smile.

Love.

to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
& you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you again.

be loving.
be creative.
be genuine.
be encouraging.
be passionate.
be hopeful.
BE ALIVE.

we've all got broken strings.

but we try our best not to think

about those kinds of things.

i wonder about love sometimes

& the bodies i've seen it come in.

how when we hit the light

we never stay for long.

maybe our bodies weren't built

for this. but i'll never be sorry for

all the feelings i bear in all the places

they cannot fit.

sometimes when i listen carefully

i think i hear you singing.

maybe it's just the sound of the

wind hitting our broken strings.

but this world is a very lonely place

if you never

learn how to love

broken

things.

And the coolness of your smile

is stirringofbirds between my arms;but

i should rather than anything

have(almost when hugeness will shut

quietly)almost, your kiss