When you become taller than the shadow you've lived in your whole life
Then what? Can we do something unexpected, And can the result be great? The answer comes at a price Will you remain comfortable, fulfilling their picture of your life? Learn that you are great, regardless of if you are what they wanted to create Get uncomfortable It is an awfully heavy burden to carry Walking through life in shoes that are not yours
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No one understands the tragedy of growing up in such a household quite like a sibling
More than someone to share an eye roll with, they are suffering at your side from the very beginning Despite the drama, the grudges, and the pent up anger at your parents, I think having a sibling is a good thing At the end of the day, someone to come home to
A sleepy kiss on the couch as she hands you one of the lives you created The other running to crush your ribs in a hug The fierce loyalty and care that goes into that commitment To care for each other To grow together And then apart In love The only concrete evidence of time
Is in our minds We keep the past alive with terrible passion as we reminisce away our future But it doesn't matter. We can only live in this second And in this one And this one, too Reality is a ruse. The suffocation of a small town
Has always lingered long after I leave it And perhaps it is pretentious To want more than cigarette smoke and skeevy bars and broken down cars But I don't care I would rather be disliked than trapped In the same four streets with the same four people who want to do the same damn things Perhaps I'll never be content Nature seems indifferent
To our suffering - but the truth is that it understands something that we don't That disasters And miracles are cyclical When the entire sky seems built of ash, Nature remembers That there will be a time when it is built of clouds Regardless, the birds will still fly across it And that is the beauty of seasons The best moments
Are the ones when your ribs hurt And you can't explain what was funny I absolutely relish the pain that laughter causes my face Genuine connection is a beautiful thing In my head, not even the trees have grown
The school is still underground And the same kid is making sure the lawns are mowed The neighbors that live on our street haven't moved My childhood home is still my own The same familiarity lingers in the air And the area code hasn't changed on my phone But five years have passed, according to the calendar I suppose I should have known Just because you're not there to see it Doesn't mean that trees don't grow Live on
But how? What is immortality? How long is forever? Long enough We say with fractured confidence Sometimes a day seems like an eternity But - living on is something close to being engrained in the universe's memory After all, aren't we made of all the same dust? Beauty is not in clear skin
It is not in physical strength It is not in looking picture perfect Or in being incredibly thin It isn't the physique we decided we have to be in to be valued Beauty is not about sculpted muscles It is not about being flawless It is not about who you are being subdued On the contrary, I see beauty in those who shine bright Unapologetically existing as their Creator called them to be Whoever that may be, they don't want us to hide That's the beauty of this life. |