Ashlee Grace B.
|Readers are the most dangerous of people. Writers even more so.|
There are some of us who constantly strive for more. To be more, to do more. We spend so long striving, reaching for our desires that allude is so frustratingly that we continue to see ourselves as failures. And we are. We fail for we do not see what we have. We fail to to appreciate, to live, enjoy and breathe. We are striving, longing to be more that we forget to be. So to all who are like me in this way, let us all take a deep breath. Step back and look around you. Really look. Continue to strive but don't forget to live. If you always strive for the moon, when you get there you may find it a lonely place. And then all you can do is look back and dream another dream. The what if?
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
As night falls they succumb to the whispers of dreams from within their souls. The lullaby that tempts them to leave this world and enter into a realm of otherness. As they drift into the worlds of their own making she remains awake, listening to the silent night song. Succumbing to its call she slips into the darkness. The melodious tune surrounds her as the moonbeams grace her skin with its light. Together they sway and move to the silent song the stars play. The shadows and moonbeams bow to her will as they bend with every silent and graceful movement. She demands no attention and yet entrances all who happen to see her. Only when the sun peeks his head over the horizon, hoping to glimpse ...