Beauty in the Ordinary

it’s funny how similar the person is but how differently im approaching

this time more carefully, being more wary, and significantly less attached

bittersweet in that it shows growth, but also how it shows that it was somewhat traumatic to the heart

your name passed through the person’s mouth again in the most abrupt manner on sunday, and my head instantly turned to the sound of your last name

a humming constant of laughter, conversations, soft music, and occasional yelling

attempting to capture moments before i leave

haven’t laughed so loud and so much in so long.

laughing til your throat hurts

the biggest blessing this year.

"though the fig tree should not blossom,

nor fruit be on the vines,

the produce of the olive fail

and the fields yield no food,

the flock be cut off from the fold

and there be no herd in the stalls,

yet I will rejoice in the Lord;

I will take joy in the God of my salvation."

the most random group of people, yet the most joyfully dysfunctional

my heart is finally starting to find joy, true joy, without you here. think i’ll be able to get by without feeling the same heavy emptiness and dullness that always comes around during this time from you not being here.

it was super funny hearing your name coming from the exact person who reminds me of you.

super strange seeing the person who echoes you, talking about you and the things one has heard about you