december came and went and i can still see my breath in the air and the flames casting bold shadows across your face. i kiss your neck, but words interfere and all too soon my thoughts become louder than my mouth. you wrapped me in your arms and kissed the weakest parts of me and i had never felt like my soul had been so intertwined with another.
i still feel you rushing through my veins. i still feel myself wanting to gravitate towards you. i find myself wandering around town aimlessly hoping to run into you. every step further feels like i’m closer to you. i promise, i’ll take forever if i have to.
When i’m with you the world seems to come to a standstill and suddenly you and i are the only ones left. That’s how i know how forever is not defined by time; it’s infinite. I feel it when i look at you.
Learning how to ride a bike was one of the most important lessons my mother ever taught me. Life’s a lot like riding a bike. From the moment you first grab hold of those two handles you need support. You need someone to help you keep your balance. The scariest feeling is lifting both feet off the ground and trusting that the person supporting you won’t let you fall. Your feet touch the pedals, your legs moving in constant circular motions, and your off. The way the wind blows through your hair is one of the most freeing feelings. Sure, you’ll fall more than once, and end up withh scabby knees, but you’ve got to have the courage to get right back up and give it a try again. A lot of times adults forget that lesson. They grow up and realise that life isn’t easy, they try and fail, they take a chance and they end up scattered on the floor in thousands of tiny pieces. If you let the fear of ‘falling off your bike’ hold you back, you’ll never learn to ‘ride’.
it’s one a.m. and i’m up writing a song for you again. I’m the artist, you’re my canvas. I’m painting a picture of a beautiful love story, the the words written out in gold. I map out a path so that maybe our hearts would intertwine. When you’re so out of reach, all i can do is piece together these words for you and hope that maybe you feel the same way too.
here we go again. another week of the same old things. routine, routine, routine. i spend most of my days stumbling around like a zombie. i’m forced to spend my time around negativity resulting in me feeling like the life is being sucked out of me. breathe in, breathe out. eighteen days until freedom; laying out in the summer sun and watching the days roll by with my best friend.
Day to day you’re trying so hard to be perfect, but sometime you’re bound to trip and fall. You can’t keep hiding the scars, that fake smile won’t last forever. Time will eventually catch up to you.
I’m right across from you and you’re across from me; our hearts are the same distance apart. You’re close enough to touch but we sit here in silence because that is enough.
We’re growing up. We’re at that awkward stage where we’re clinging desperately onto anything familiar in a time where every aspect of our lives is changing. As children, we are so conditioned to our environment and its familiarity that we become timid about stepping even a foot out of our comfort zone. The ‘what ifs’ are what hold us back from conquering the world. Don’t let fear of the unknown keep you from taking that huge leap of faith. There’s no greater feeling than taking a chance on something you are so passionate about; even if the odds are stacked against you.
We’re social creatures. Made to attract one another and interact. Not one single soul on this earth is meant to be alone. Everyone has a soul mate. Someone you can share laughter, pain, jokes, your deepest fears, and insecurities with. They make you whole. You can spend a lifetime putting up walls and pretending you are a okay being alone. Sooner or later, those walls that you built up so high will come crashing down and you’ll be consumed by the heaviness in your heart. You’ll be forced to admit defeat and you’ll realise that you had been hiding from the truth, that you aren’t better alone; two is better than one.
