her clothes never wear as well the next day
and her hair never falls in quite the same way
but she never seem to run out of things to say.
together we walk. swaying beneath the bits of sunshine on our noses. these steps are delicate. these steps are unplanned.
they are precious to me.
its hard to believe i’ve been swept away by this boy. but he captivated this girl made of dreams, apples and sun drops. all of me, even the tiniest bits.
so we sway. together we walk. never a thought of walking away.
we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
-frank o’hara
toes wet and skin warmed. i’ve never felt more enchanted. i wander the streets. i breathe in the wind on my face. i kiss the sun.
these days i am alone, but not so lonely.
we wish for things sometimes. wish for what seems just right. keep wishing. only to find we should have wished instead for what we recieved.
here’s to this day.
the day that’s been filled with the perfect amount of everything.
here’s to the crafts I made instead of running.
here’s to the sprinkled bits of rain and sunshine.
keeping me guessing.
here’s to the day I drove down country roads to get to the boys I love the most.
the day filled with leggos, ice cream sundae’s and so much laughter.
here’s to dinner’s with a family almost as wonderful as my own.
here’s to tonight.
the night i procrastinate writing my paper.
keeping me busy.
i don’t know what tomorrow holds.
but today
i am satisfied.
what does it look like to be full of passion? i want to look like that. i want to look like that even if it goes unnoticed. passion should drive me.
in everything i do.
these are the days where sweaters should be so big and to do lists so small.
all music should make you tingle with warmth
and everybody should eat and m&m or two.
these are the days that only leaves should fall, not dreams and joy and laughter.
and everywhere you go
go with someone who makes you smile.
these are the days that are here to stay.
let’s go to sleep with clearer heads.
and hearts too big to fit our beds.
and learn our souls are all we own,
before we turn to stone.
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”
To Kill a Mockingbird
(Source: everyday-i-show.livejournal.com, via standingonshoulders)
They came to sit and dangle their feet off the edge of the world and after awhile they forgot everything but the good and true things they would do someday.
-Brian Andreas
these are the days i return to. when today is long and stuffed with impossibles, i crawl back in my mind and grasp onto days i’ve stored away.
my favorite day to return to is distant. i pick it up and have to blow the cobwebs off. i am small and my hair is long. the sun is shining and im spining around. no shoes are worn on the sofest grass. this day isn’t special at all, in fact its rather ordinary. but for whatever reason, this day i will never forget.
then there’s always the night i spent on a roof in Peru. the cold air stood still and the stars took my breath away. everything was quiet, yet Jesus spoke to me so loudly. i return here when things seem to big to handle.
sometimes i return to the day my sister and i drove for hours to find adventure. the car was full of laughter, songs and stories.
today in specific i return to a recent day gone by. i was cold but felt warm inside. coffee and conversation consumed my day. car rides and bookstores, i loved the here and theres. when the day ended and goodbyes were exchanged i knew it was a day i’d keep forever.
these are the days i return to.
when she was just a girl, she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach so she ran away in her sleep, and dreamed of paradise.
its funny how a giant wheel with spokes can heal you.
my stomach stirs with joy as we spin. around and around we go until all the bad feelings fade.
the best weekends are the ones like this.
I’m learning what it truly looks like to be dependent on someone, something, and a situation other than myself as of late.
I’m learning how to trust in something so much bigger than myself.
I’m learning how to be so very, very real.
The best part is sitting back and allowing it all to sink in. The experience of learning it is so sweet.
