Feeling that Crazy Full, Yet Racing Beat in your Heart.

Until the twinkle lights are unplugged, 
and that new satin piece is unraveled.. 
there is that feeling. 
Hardly explained, yet so quiet. 

Beautifully Broken

I feel as if I was built as a house, I'd look a lot like this. 

Shouldn't Need a Day

Maybe it's this holiday season, 
Or the differences this year. 
I am so thankful.

Making A Difference

This holiday season I want to do something beneficial.
I want to make a bit of difference in this world. 
I'm thinking of taking orders for baked goods, all profits going to some kind of charity. 
I haven't thought too much about where yet. 

Pondered upon wooden tables, neutral tiled floors.

There are days like today that I feel so incredibly inspired. 
So inspired that I question every decision. 
I love this feeling;
I want to dress in ballgowns, 
and runway walk down the highway medians. 
Fly a kite among the stars, 
and go Christmas Caroling in this college town. 
Why is experiencing life so inconvenient, almost?
"I couldn't make it to class because I was feeding the wild horses."
Unacceptable.
Guidelines to living, lets cry the color out of our eyes just because. 
And pour a slab of concrete in the forest, just to leave our hand-prints. 
Because maybe we aren't really restricted. 
Just mislead with insufficient guidelines. 
Guidelines that lead to an unfulfilled life. 

Grapefruit Sparkling Water, messy hair, and chipped polish.

I made a tent over my bed last night. 
Maybe I expect too much. 

Coffee in mitten-ed hands

It is supposed to snow this week. 
I'd rather have it look pretty, than just be bitter cold.
That means I need to unpack the scarves, winter coats, and boots. 
Excited for the initial snowfall, how storybook. 

It's hard to believe that was me and you.

So on fire-
That look in your eyes that I miss so much. 

A Difficult Realization...

Incredible potential bottled in, 
little country town... yet that perfume attracts. 
Gleaming souls completely content.
Chasing contradictory emotions.
When will it stop, be content, and still?
Maybe this is the part of people that make them fireworks,
a rare quality, I think too deep.
Reaching.
I wish everything was that easy.
Skipping along, smiling pretty. 
Positive outlooks upon negativity.

Wear something Spar-Kylie

New nail polish. Kardashian kolor. yes, kolor. 
This style is stunning.

Let's aim those feet forward.

Looking around you see some people surviving. 
Their places are unknown to all, but they keep moving forward. 
Is there such place as "a reality".. 
Everybody is in a state of unknown, dreaming, wanting, hoping. 
.. yet still living in the midst of everyone else. 
This question just boggles my mind. 
I compare. 
Everything. 
Everyone. 
I judge harshly, react softly, and sleep soundly.
No one person seems to be good enough. 
but they are, in their being, better than me, I'm not good enough. 
How does this work?
I will be there, someday. 
Cartwheeling my way through my unknown "reality". 
Until then, 
blow me away.