The Hope in My Heart

despite the night being so dark

the sun still rose in the morning

The Way I See It

Maybe it's because I almost died when I was 11. Actually, I'm pretty sure that's why. To me, people take things too seriously. Yes, there are absolutely times when life is serious and very important things and events occur. But most of the time in the grand scheme of things, every day encounters and obstacles just aren't important. I think when you almost die at such a young age, it affects you. Even if you think it doesn't at the time, or if you don't notice it. I live my life the way I want. I understand how short it can be and how one minor accident can drastically change your life forever. So I stopped taking days and hours and minutes for granted a long time ago. I love every day of my life. Even the bad ones, aren't that bad if you actually think about it. Will this affect you in a week? In a year? In ten years? Being happy, having memories and looking back on your life will all matter. When I do this, I want to have so many stories filled with laughter and smiles and love. So, while some my perceive my lack of caring as a negative connotation, they're wrong. It's not that I don't care. I care a lot. I just care about the stuff that matters. The stuff that will affect me in ten years, twenty years, fifty years. That stuff is what people should care about. The rest of the time, we should all just have fun.

Thinking and Hoping

i like these pictures. 

i like them a lot.

You Felt It Too

Be Thankful

for food in a world where many are hungry

for friends in a world where many walk alone

for faith in a world where many are afraid

i give thanks

Know Your Limits

I would die for you, but I won't live for you.

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Why

Dear Heart, 

WHY HIM?!

Sincerely, Brain

Hook and Eye

You Fit Into Me

you fit into me

like a hook into an eye

a fish hook 

an open eye

-Margaret Atwood

So, Kiss Me

i don't care who your first kiss was with, but i want your last one to be with me.

The Me I Used to Be

This isn't me missing you.

This is me missing the me I used to be. 

This is me missing knowing what I wanted. 

I wanted you. 

Now, I want nothing. 

Now, I need nothing

Now, I feel nothing. 

This isn't me missing you,

I don't miss your messages, emails or stories. 

I don't miss your laugh, your rare smile or your sincerity. 

I miss me loving all of that. 

I miss me looking forward to a story.

I miss me loosing my breath over your smile. 

This isn't me missing you. 

This is me missing everything that used to be.

This is me missing the me I used to be. 

This isn't me.