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

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.