|Modern day philosopher, mistaken for a poet.|
Temporary time machine, as I close my eyes, take me back to a time where worry and woe followed strict curfew and the biggest problem we had was finding where to "plank". Take me back to when days felt like days and not milliseconds, passing by in blinks of the eye.
Take me back to when we'd wait for the school bus on a cold winter morning, but the dark made it feel like night and the ride to school was a better sleep than a comfortable bed could offer as smooth jazz played on the radio overhead and in the background of a dream about a future very different from the one that came to be.
Take me back to when we didn't care.
To when we didn't struggle.
To when tomorrow didn't exist.
What motivates you?
Never lose sight of that.
There are so many distractions from reaching our dreams that the only time we get close to them is when we're sleep.
Don't let your dreams fade when you wake.
I've always been confused by how people say "All it takes is time" like sitting patiently waiting for the pain to stop is the easiest thing to do.
We know it fades in time.
The question is usually when.
If you've ever lived with an ache in your heart, you know that waiting for it to end is hard and that time seems to stop.
Know this; even forevers meet their end.
Your pain is not eternal.
I've always felt like a superhero; my superpower being the ability to make everyone happy.
I can smell the kryptonite in the air...
All I've ever known was how to be selfless, to the point in which acts of kindness more resemble reckless endangerment; in the midst of caring for others, I throw care for myself into the wind.
But have you ever seen the glow in someone's eyes when you've given them hope?
Have you ever seen how the soul sparkles once they've found something to believe in?
That glow; that sparkle...
Diamonds themselves cannot compare.
I've been chasing happiness for so long that my lungs set fire to themselves and it burns to breathe.
I've been thinking about you for so long that my brain floods with fantasies of the same happiness that I've been chasing.
I've been alone for so long that hope appeared from out of nowhere in the form of the same person who floods my brain with thoughts of the same happiness that I've been chasing.
I've been fighting for so long that these arms can no longer wield the sword that once swung in the name of the same hope that appeared in the form of the same person who drowns my brain in thoughts of the same happiness that I've been chasing.
Funny how things come full circle in attempt to...
I write songs about you.
I only hope that you hear them and they get stuck in your head and that wherever you go, your heartbeat and footsteps sync with the melody of how much I love you, for then I will know that there's nowhere you can't go.
And that you love me too.
I don't want to be remembered in the hearts of man.
I want to be remembered in the minds of all.
I want the memory of me to run so deep that every passing pulse is powered by my presence persisting here in this world while residing in another.
If I die today, I want my heart to beat for eternity, through the hearts of tomorrow.
I've fallen out of touch.
I've fallen in love.
I can't help but fall asleep.
I fall for the same old tricks.
So how can I believe in gravity, when I've fallen in every direction but down?
The most sought after emotion since the birth of time.
Maybe it's the way it fits so perfectly between "I" and "You".
The thought of love wakes our stomach's slumbering butterflies; the sound of love sends hearts into a fluttering frenzy.
Love seems to want us to fly.
Time feels like a spaceship; I'm aboard looking out windows at life passing by at blinding speeds and I don't know where this spacecraft is going, but I know the that best part of any road trip is the scenery and the company, and all I see is blurred memories while alone on this vessel of which I am not the captain.
I'm but a passenger.
So this journey is beyond my control.
So I continue my flight moving fast enough to leave it all behind from in here, wishing I was out there, moving slow enough to keep it forever...
Valentine's Day is beautiful.
To be able to see remnants of love lingering wherever you look is a wonderful thing.
It's my least favorite holiday.
Valentine's Day is sad.
365 days in a year and only one is dedicated to love.
How many grand displays of affection does the average person give throughout the rest of the year?
Love is always beautiful, not just on the 14th of February.
If you don't show the person you love that you love them at every opportunity, how can you be sure you do? How can they be sure?
Divorce rates in the US are greater than 40%, a sad statistic and a sign of how short of a shelf life love can have.
But love can persevere more than we know.
How will ever s...
Love is strange.
The things we don't understand are the ones we obsess over the most.
I've fought tirelessly to understand why our hearts free fall when someone enters our thoughts.
I've contemplated every reason a person would push all things aside to create a path to another person.
I've always struggled to understand love because I've never experienced it for myself.
But that was then.
As of late, I stare love in Her face frequently, hoping to find insight in the intricacies of Her skin.
I delve deep, desiring to find answers within the crevices of Her mind.
I find that everything looks different.
The air tastes better.
Music sounds sweeter.
I see hope where there was none bef...
When I look into the mirror, I see someone unfamiliar, who I know all too well but doubt clouds my vision and judgment until the figure before me resembles memories of solace not obtained but was so close that I still remember the smell of its presence wrapped in hints of puppy love and clumsy heartbeats.
But now those puppies have grown and gone, and those heartbeats have given their final falls into pits where nothing returns from. This heart beats quiet.
This figure who disguises itself as my reflection stares back at me with eyes that I once had, empty and dark. And I refuse to accept this version of myself.
I avoid glances into the mirror for fear of being drawn back into misery. Th...
The hardest things to say are often the closest to the truth.
If the slightest attempts to speak them leave words trapped in your throat until you're gasping for air,
If the mere thought of them drown you in a cascading wave of emotions too fierce to understand,
If the sheer weight of the words alone bombard your heart with hope, doubt, dread, fear, and more hope,
Then you're on the right track...
If I was granted the chance to hold you, I would, with the same hands Atlas used to carry the heavens.
And I would never let you go.
We are protected by thin layers in a world where everything hurts.
Words are knives.
Thoughts are poison.
Emotions are timebombs.
So we shut off our hearts.
We become numb.
But with all the love to find, the compassion, the nostalgia, the happiness...
We should never forget to feel.
We come into this world scared and unprepared.
And we leave just the same.
Our main goal is to make sure everything in between is worth it.
As we laid there, bodies exposed, she traced the scars of my past.
"How did you get this one?" she asked, running her index finger across a scar just under my left pectoral.
"From love", I proclaimed.
I began telling her about the many battles of the heart that I've fought and how each one has left me with a permanent reminder upon my flesh.
"Is it ever worth it?", she remarked.
"Well I'm here with you, aren't I?", I replied.
"These scars you trace aren't a reminder of the times love has failed me, but a reminder of the times I've been granted the gift of another's heart. And everytime they go, they take a piece of me with them, but I get those pieces back with you, as you glide your fi...
Anyone who has ever had a broken heart will tell you; hearts don't actually break at all.
No, a broken heart beats much like a normal one, but a broken heart pumps blood as well as the reminder that someone once thought that said heart wasn't enough.
Love is the easiest thing of all, if one has faith in it.
It hurts and that pain is the hardest to withstand, but it's necessary.
Because love only breaks you apart to build you up into something better.
We're alot like trees.
We change with the seasons.
But, unlike trees, sometimes pieces fall from us that never return.
I've been told that wisdom comes with time.
Funny how the same passing of time and strip you of all you know.
I didn't know love until it was screaming at me from the depths of my very own heart.
And even then, I couldn't quite identify it.
I avoided it.
Pretended it wasn't there.
But love is persistent.
I felt it when I didn't want to, and I felt it more when I did.
Soon it was the only thing keeping me alive.
Love isn't the way they smile or how their eyes sparkle how matter how the light hits them; not alone, it isn't.
Love isn't their lingering smell long after they've gone, nor the thrill of their anticipated arrival. Love is this and more.
It's all this and one more vital piece;
Love is knowing who they are, but seeing who they can be.
If the sun were to burn out this very instant, I wouldn't notice; you're the only light in my life.
If my boat sprung a leak, I wouldn't mind; you're the only thing keeping me afloat.
If my seams began to tear and my thread began to fray, I'd be okay; you're all it takes to hold me together.
And because of all this and more, I want to hold you, forever.
I just want to dream a dream worth not waking up from.
A dream where love doesn't hurt and hearts don't break.
A dream where lives don't end too soon and pain doesn't last too long.
A dream where distance doesn't keep us apart.
If I were to happen across this dream, please don't wake me.
All hearts have layers; some more than others and mine most of all.
But she had patience.
Slowly, she broke away every bit of debris that barricaded the beating within.
And what she uncovered was love in its truest form, because all hearts can love; mine most of all.
And each time I go, I leave bits of myself behind, hoping that you're right there to recover them.
You're the only one who can piece me back together.