adv. & adj.
“When I was younger, I wouldn’t choose the brightest star to make my wish. I’d pay attention to the less apparent one, and put my wish in its hands…..”
When did you start appreciating sunsets? Did you just finally look up because someone pointed and said “look?” Or did you start appreciating sunsets the moment you compared them to people that never tried to be beautiful, that just are?
“What was it that you wanted? What didn’t you fight for it?”
I think we wonder most about the hand holders on the street. How some people know the right words that fit into a tiny nook in our hearts, effortlessly.
Recently I’ve had to hold a few friends, as the words “I’m done” echoed amongst parking lot walls. But their hearts know better.
We profess our act of being done knowing this person’s voice is our favourite soundtrack, and that’s something you’re not going to let yourself let go of. You’re not done until you can shake the feeling you get when you’re holding onto that person. And it feels good, and they’re good. They’re so good.
It’s the 21st century, people are always coming or going. Rather than treating everything like it’s temporary, fight for it to stay. People don’t understand how admirable the notion of picking yourself back up, each and every time is.
“I’ve spent half of this year fighting for something, only to realize my full potential during the 5 weeks spent surrounded by mountains and skies, and it feels so good to press my knuckles to the apples of my cheeks of excitement again”
I know we can’t control time, but we can control what we do with it, and time giving your heart to someone with pure intentions is time well spent.
I think if I could give people what they wanted, I would ensure that they wouldn’t ever have to question whether the people they love, love them back. That the minutes go by faster when they’re waiting for the responses to their risky texts, but time slows down when they’re with that person, and I write these things because these are the words people need to hear, and these are the lines that they quote in hopes that someone is listening, and I will never stop writing because of that.
They say that nothing worth having comes easy, but something worth fighting for shouldn’t be a game.
“…conducting constellations making up an infinite blueprint of his own possibilities, a boy wandering around his own ideology of space”
Until next week,