Dear you,
Every tear that has cascaded from your eyes,
Every sigh that has escaped your lips,
Every breath expelled from your lungs,
Every smile that has graced your lips,
They are a small treasure.
A piece of you that is now the earth's.
And for your gift, we are blessed.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
11
Dear you,
You are a mirror.
Reflecting what is hidden.
What no one wishes to see.
The truth is yours to tell.
You are a mirror.
Reflecting what is hidden.
What no one wishes to see.
The truth is yours to tell.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
10
Dear you,
Your heart is not what I wanted. I did not want it beating, I did not want it still. I did not want it in an iron grip between my hands. It was not meant to belong to me.
I only wanted to set it free.
You are the one who kept the lock and chain.
Your heart is not what I wanted. I did not want it beating, I did not want it still. I did not want it in an iron grip between my hands. It was not meant to belong to me.
I only wanted to set it free.
You are the one who kept the lock and chain.
Friday, November 16, 2012
9
Dear you,
I have seen the small epiphany in the curve of your smile, the look in your eyes. Perhaps the spaces between our fingers mean so much more, as if we aren't meant to be alone.
I have seen the small epiphany in the curve of your smile, the look in your eyes. Perhaps the spaces between our fingers mean so much more, as if we aren't meant to be alone.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
7
Dear you,
I see how hurt you are, and I want to fix you. But you have always been so independent, you've always wanted to do it all on your own. You, my dear, think you are so strong. And you are, do not doubt that for one moment. But my dear, you have to remember that even the strongest of people must break down at times. Too much weight on your lovely bones could cause you to come crumbling down beyond repair, and you're so beautiful and so tired. You don't want to rebuild, and honestly I don't want you to build into something different. So please, oh please, allow yourself to be weak for a moment. Feel your pain, don't hide it. It cuts like a knife and makes your wildflower heart feel as if it'll wilt. Dear, I must tell you, pain is not permanent and as winter gives way to spring, the wildflowers always return.
I see how hurt you are, and I want to fix you. But you have always been so independent, you've always wanted to do it all on your own. You, my dear, think you are so strong. And you are, do not doubt that for one moment. But my dear, you have to remember that even the strongest of people must break down at times. Too much weight on your lovely bones could cause you to come crumbling down beyond repair, and you're so beautiful and so tired. You don't want to rebuild, and honestly I don't want you to build into something different. So please, oh please, allow yourself to be weak for a moment. Feel your pain, don't hide it. It cuts like a knife and makes your wildflower heart feel as if it'll wilt. Dear, I must tell you, pain is not permanent and as winter gives way to spring, the wildflowers always return.
Monday, October 15, 2012
6
Dear you,
Hello. I think that I'm rediscovering you. It's so strange, I thought you were so different and so changed. And why yes, you aren't the same, I think that I like this you quite a bit. You're strong now, there's a fire in your eyes and pride in your walk. However, you are faced with quite a tragedy. You don't see this in yourself, you still see yourself as that broken bird. But dear, you are so much more. You're not bound anymore except by the chains you allow to hang on you. They aren't even locked anymore, you're just too scared to take them off. But how can this be? Don't you wish to be freed? I don't think so. Being chained is much safer, nothing can take you away and you can't get lost. But dear, the best journeys come from the unexpected twists of life. After all, that's how we came to be friends. And you, my dear, have become one of my greatest plot twists.
Hello. I think that I'm rediscovering you. It's so strange, I thought you were so different and so changed. And why yes, you aren't the same, I think that I like this you quite a bit. You're strong now, there's a fire in your eyes and pride in your walk. However, you are faced with quite a tragedy. You don't see this in yourself, you still see yourself as that broken bird. But dear, you are so much more. You're not bound anymore except by the chains you allow to hang on you. They aren't even locked anymore, you're just too scared to take them off. But how can this be? Don't you wish to be freed? I don't think so. Being chained is much safer, nothing can take you away and you can't get lost. But dear, the best journeys come from the unexpected twists of life. After all, that's how we came to be friends. And you, my dear, have become one of my greatest plot twists.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
5
Dear you,
Do you know what you are? Dear, you're a broken bird. You stare so longingly at the sky, you want so badly to explore its vastness, its openness, but you stay trapped on the ground. Your wings were once broken but I believe the time has come and they are mended. You're so afraid though, what if your fragile wings can no longer carry you and you end up more broken than before? You're a sing bird dear, don't you be afraid. Even if you can no longer fly, you have the most lovely voice. You wish so much to be whole, but you were never really broken in the first place. Your wings may have stopped working for a time but a song bird is meant to sing. And dear, your voice never left you. You were never really broken.
Do you know what you are? Dear, you're a broken bird. You stare so longingly at the sky, you want so badly to explore its vastness, its openness, but you stay trapped on the ground. Your wings were once broken but I believe the time has come and they are mended. You're so afraid though, what if your fragile wings can no longer carry you and you end up more broken than before? You're a sing bird dear, don't you be afraid. Even if you can no longer fly, you have the most lovely voice. You wish so much to be whole, but you were never really broken in the first place. Your wings may have stopped working for a time but a song bird is meant to sing. And dear, your voice never left you. You were never really broken.
4
Dear you,
A few days ago, I was asked of a trend I noticed. I said something that was expected, something about clothes, something that had no real meaning to it. But it made me think of something entirely different as the days moved on, it pressed into my mind and this is what would not leave me. We have a trend that has never died out, and that's being fake. But why am I telling you this? Why do you care? Because you, dear, were never fake. You did not follow this trend but broke away from it. No one wants to believe that they're fake, but I have met very few people who aren't. They're all different, they put on these different, grotesque masks depending on who they're around. And with each change, they lose more of who they are and don't know how to live without their precious masks. You were abundantly aware that I am fond of my masks, but even I could never wear them around you. But how you've changed, you wear an ugly mask, my friend. I'm so afraid that you don't know how to survive without it now. I wish that you could see how lovely you are without it. Maybe then I'd be able to know you again.
A few days ago, I was asked of a trend I noticed. I said something that was expected, something about clothes, something that had no real meaning to it. But it made me think of something entirely different as the days moved on, it pressed into my mind and this is what would not leave me. We have a trend that has never died out, and that's being fake. But why am I telling you this? Why do you care? Because you, dear, were never fake. You did not follow this trend but broke away from it. No one wants to believe that they're fake, but I have met very few people who aren't. They're all different, they put on these different, grotesque masks depending on who they're around. And with each change, they lose more of who they are and don't know how to live without their precious masks. You were abundantly aware that I am fond of my masks, but even I could never wear them around you. But how you've changed, you wear an ugly mask, my friend. I'm so afraid that you don't know how to survive without it now. I wish that you could see how lovely you are without it. Maybe then I'd be able to know you again.
3
Dear you,
The time that we could have spent together is quickly fading away. I wonder if you ever think of me. Fond memories or bitter words, I'm not quite sure. But as the seasons change, so do we. A slow transition that seems all too fast. And here we are now, at the beginning of Autumn, almost a year since we first met. I am no longer the little girl you know, lost in a world crafted of her fears and dreams. And you, you are no longer who you once were. I wish that I had the pleasure of knowing this you. I curse the sun in its relentless pursuit to catch the moon. I have no time left to reacquaint myself with you. But I should not curse the sun for living out its life, only myself for wasting all of this time.
The time that we could have spent together is quickly fading away. I wonder if you ever think of me. Fond memories or bitter words, I'm not quite sure. But as the seasons change, so do we. A slow transition that seems all too fast. And here we are now, at the beginning of Autumn, almost a year since we first met. I am no longer the little girl you know, lost in a world crafted of her fears and dreams. And you, you are no longer who you once were. I wish that I had the pleasure of knowing this you. I curse the sun in its relentless pursuit to catch the moon. I have no time left to reacquaint myself with you. But I should not curse the sun for living out its life, only myself for wasting all of this time.
2
Dear you,
It's been far too long since I've seen you. I know that I see you every day, but I haven't truly seen you in so long, it seems like a life time. You parade around as someone that you're not. Why are you so fond of your mask? I think that the real you is so much more lovely, I don't know this you, the one who laughs at people, the one who is ashamed of their mind. What happened to those summer nights when you told me of your mind, of your heart? Don't you remember? The cicadas were singing and the stars were just about to say hello. But it seems that now you have no recollection of those days, you must have hidden them so far away. I wish that you would bring them back.
It's been far too long since I've seen you. I know that I see you every day, but I haven't truly seen you in so long, it seems like a life time. You parade around as someone that you're not. Why are you so fond of your mask? I think that the real you is so much more lovely, I don't know this you, the one who laughs at people, the one who is ashamed of their mind. What happened to those summer nights when you told me of your mind, of your heart? Don't you remember? The cicadas were singing and the stars were just about to say hello. But it seems that now you have no recollection of those days, you must have hidden them so far away. I wish that you would bring them back.
1
Dear you,
I haven't heard from you in such a long time. I wonder how you are. You loved Autumn so much, do you feel it coming? Can you feel the excitement in the earth as it readies the leaves to change? Are you still sitting in your field finding shapes among the stars? I remember your favorite, it sits right by the moon. Do you still dream of catching fireflies in your hands, or snowflakes on your tongue? Or have you willed yourself to grow up too fast and forgotten all about those dreams.
I haven't heard from you in such a long time. I wonder how you are. You loved Autumn so much, do you feel it coming? Can you feel the excitement in the earth as it readies the leaves to change? Are you still sitting in your field finding shapes among the stars? I remember your favorite, it sits right by the moon. Do you still dream of catching fireflies in your hands, or snowflakes on your tongue? Or have you willed yourself to grow up too fast and forgotten all about those dreams.
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