Why shall I share my worth with you, My mind, soul, and spirit, My pain and blues, My hope and joy for tomorrow, My sense of innocent wonder, My wisdom of life, My weakness of what lies under, The strengths that hold me upright, Followed by my ego, My wrongdoings, And my lessons to learn to let go, The knowledge I have as everything but human, As well as only ever human, The questions I asked as a child, And the questions I ask today, But, I shall not share my love? What do I owe to one that shares a purpose with me, but not a path, For all that can be is love.
Have you ever experienced a moment of plain bliss? A moment where you are fully there, enjoying everything and anything coming your way. The type of moment where it almost feels like a dream, something so simple yet strangely amazing. For me, that moment speaks on its own, with no words said it shines brighter than anything. One of the winters, when it was supposed to be in a snowy magical wonderland where everywhere you step you sink into a pit of snow that pulls you into the warm feeling of hot cocoa next to the fire, my parents decided to take me to Mexico for a sunny winter break on the beach. After a few days of settling in at the hotel, we decided to go for a walk in the downtown streets of Puerto Vallarta. We drove a few blocks downtown trying to find a parking space in the crowded streets. I squealed with excitement as I looked out the water-stained window to see bright glowing colors that were surrounded by music and lights. I opened the car door and stepped onto the bric...
Live for the dusk morning sky, you wake up to. Live for the cheesy dad jokes you laugh through. Live for the stars that twinkle with light. Live for the hand you hold through each fight. Live for the flowers that glaze through the winds. Live for hope through all the sins. Live for the ocean's water splashing at your toes. Live for not the thorns, but the rose. Live for not the place but the path. Live for the love, not the wrath. Live for nothing more, nothing less. Live for the little things.
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