Wednesday, August 24, 2011

what matters most.

what. matters. most.

where do our hearts lie.

are they where they need to be.

or are where we want them to be.

what matters most?

is it your job

or your education

your religion

your family.

what is it that matters most.

it's different for everyone.

and i suggest you find what it
is for you.

because life is too short...

too not have your priorities straight.

power of the pen.

words on a sheet. make my heart melt. letters and numbers and symbols. written long hand, can change the world. making words, feeling emotion, all from a pen on a page. there is such power in the pen. a permanent mark on piece of parchment, a declaration, a treaty, a letter, a memoir. these are what should matter. not the keys, not the screens. but the pen on the paper. people don't write letters enough.
the wind is whipping your hair. and you feel like nothing will slow you down. your feet are light as you feel you could just fly. but then you don't. why? you lose your momentum and stop at the edge of the cliff.

what if my wings wont catch the air.
what if the winds are too much to bare.
what if i break and fall towards the ground.
what if i'm lost and cannot be found.

what if i make a mistake too big to take back
what if i fall off the right track.
what if my words hurt someone i love.
and what if my actions feel like a shove.

what if i'm wrong when i thought i was right.
what if i sit in the dark instead of the light.
what if.


i am scared to fly.

i will catch you.
you wont fall.
i will meet you halfway.
and i will love you anyway.
trust me little bird.

the wind is whipping your hair. and you feel like nothing will slow you down. your feet are light as you feel you could just fly.

and you do.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

102.