God Made Such Beautiful Creatures.

Don't Let Go

5 Seconds Of Flying

He makes you happy.

The tips of his fingers run up and down your forearm just like an army of microscopic ants.

Then he stops.

You know his hand is no longer running, but the feeling has an unstoppable flow. Into your skin. Into your bones. Up your throat and into the muscles inside your mouth causing you to smile. Into your brain where it drops a blanket that reminds you of home. It slides down your spinal cord stirring your insides into something that glows. It covers your heart, finally jolting you back to reality.

It has only been 5 seconds.

Running in Circles

We run around telling people, I love you.

I love ya.

I adore ya.

I cannot be without you.

I need you.

I admire you.

I want you.

We run around telling people, I love you.

We run around telling people, I love you, when we should be showing them.

We should be showing them with actions.

Actions of sacrifice.

Sacrifice things we love less to prove our love for those we love best.

Best is what you’ll get if you promise to never settle.

Settle and you lose; you have to fight to prove.

Prove that what you feel is more than three words.

Three words that weigh more than a thousand pounds.

Pounding in your heart.

Your heart is now full.

Full of what?

This thing we call love.

Love because now you know how.

How to stop running in circles.

A Dare

A Dare

Wasted space.

Two words that come to mind when I look down a hallway filled with a sea of people. At least you think they’re people. Flowing in a river, the waves rippling and overlapping, spreading across the floor, reaching up the walls, is an endless flood of a replicated human race. She looks like her. He looks like him. We are drowning ourselves in our own similarity. Killing with a lack of creativity.

But how?

How did we end up like this? We were planned, conceived, raised, brought into this miracle of life with one thing we could truly call our own.

Our personality.

Too bad we grew.

We grew out of ourselves and shed the old ideas we thought couldn’t fit any longer. We borrowed his, and then passed it around. Before we knew it, thoughts were magnetically leaning towards one another as if it were second nature, relying on someone else’s internal design. Someone put herself on a piece of paper, and stuffed it into that sickly copy machine. The papers shot out of the monster’s mouth, and we welcomed it with open arms, because saying no was too hard.

Unification is not an abomination.

Losing yourself is.

Don’t die a copy. Dance instead of swim within a sea of people. Dare to be different.