If you have never been on a plane I suggest; wait no I demand, you go on one.  The experience of being so high up in the air is truly life changing.  The feeling of looking down on the small buildings and trees and cars is unforgettable. The clouds going past you is amazing.  It will inspire you.  So I demand that you feel inspired

They always tell you when growing up to be creative and find what makes you happy.  Yet it seems that saying's meaning fades as you spend more and more time on this planet.  Do not let age stop you, because for heaven's sake we need more imagination and less destruction.

i am in love with him

You tell me there are more fish in the sea
You tell me that I am a great fisherman
A fisherman who will reel in a great catch
That I have to wait patiently for that moment

And yet, as strange as it is,
I don’t want another

creation

To feel a connection.
To believe in a world that captures the diversity and personality of its characters.
The engagement in life that is unique and daunting.

1/7/17

To you.

You’re an angel fallen down

You have fallen from the sky

(Ruby by Twenty-One Pilots)

You’re an angel fallen down

You have fallen from the sky

You’re the beautiful city sound

And the silence of the trees

You are the beauty of art

But only the frame that held the beauty

But you are not the harsh inked pen

Nor are you the ticking clock in an awaiting court trial

You couldn’t possibly be the birds chirping then

For comparing you to these things would be maddening

You are nothing like the journey in life

Definitely not the jet lagged, sleepless feeling

It is possible you’re the sharpened knife

 Or even the melody in the best song

But of course you can’t be compared

To the sweetened sadness of the night

But I am the small fairy lights to you

The graceful Ferris wheel is my very definition

Yet somehow I’m the one thing you aspire to be

I know I’m not the angel fallen down

I did not fall from the sky

That is all you

That is all you

But I will have you know that I am the warm tea

The herbs and the hot liquid that calms your cough

But of course, you would never know.

Pratice, but not Perfect

It was falling onto the equally white and pale face of a girl. Her paper thin eyelashes would keep fluttering, trying to keep the soft but cold flakes out of her eyes. As she walked; only paying attention at her feet. She was careful as to not disturb the silent storm, she could not see anything. The white skin girl only saw her small and even footsteps leave a now forgotten trail because the freezing powder would soon cover it. There was no eloquence nor grace about her, yet she fools the common eye. Because at night, all alone she would practice for hours just to trick you. The inspiration for this was the shimmering, subtle, silent snow. Focusing every breathe her feet would carry her body through the crystalized beauty. A moment she looked up and noticed that she was moving through a cheap souvenir snow globe. It was so captivating that she lost focus of her practices and stumbled across the bitter snow.
-1/3/17