Discovery

All the things you have been searching for, I have found.
All the dreams you have had about this, they have become my reality.
All the hours you've spent questioning why it hasn't happening to you, I've spent them asking how I got so lucky that something like this could happen to me.

I've found perfection,
I've found strength,
I've found meaning,
I've found joy,
I've found happiness,
I've found wholeness,
I've found mystery,
I've found laughter,
I've found beauty,
I've found love.

Do you know what it's like to hold the universe inside your arms at night?
I do.

Bruised.

Today when I woke up, I felt like I was on top of the world.
This afternoon the earth began to crack beneath my feet.


And now, I feel like I haven't stopped falling since the earth shifted and resettled.

Potential massacre.

Today in the hallway on my way to third period, I passed a girl who looked like she wanted to kill everyone and burn everything down to the ground.


I'll give her a week.

Wasted time

I've lived for 17 years without giving much of anything a second thought. Things that happened just happened and then it was over. Done. It is what it is. It wasn't until recently that I learned to really look at things. Dissect them. Find meaning. Appreciate them.

Life really takes a turn for the better when you start to give a shit.

Today is about experimenting.

Color, fluidity, shape, space, texture. Make it abstract. Make it what you want it to be. Sometimes it really is that simple. I'm trying to apply that same concept to life, but it isn't always so easy. Or maybe I'm just making it hard. Either way, there is something I keep missing. Looks like I'll have to keep retracing my steps until I find it.

Undeniable

It's nights like tonight that I feel like the world might swallow me whole. I'm pinned beneath the weight of my regrets, and my conscience has me in a chokehold. Everything has been going so well for me lately...so why can't I shake this feeling? Filthy, vehement, worthless. I want to do so much, but what if I never amount to any of it? We all have our hopes, dreams, and aspirations. Who am I to think that I may actually fulfill mine? What if I don't? It may take the rest of my life trying. But what if I do? What else do I have to live for? There are some days that I feel like my life may actually have some purpose. Then nights like this come along, and I realize how glorified my ideals really are. Maybe I'm just pathetic. Maybe it's too late to change anything.