An Endeavor In Authentic Existance

“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”

“I didn’t know how wild I could be until you touched me. / I didn’t know coming could be an act of survival too.”

“There is a whole life in an hour of love.”

“You may think you’re too imperfect and unstable to be loved by a hopeless romantic soul like me, but you’re not. I choose you, all of you even those parts of you that you think are unlovable, and that means I’m in this. I’m in this till’ the very end.”

The Middle

"fuck you, my child is completely fine!"

“Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.”

“She had a hard day, and I accept that. It is easy to love someone when things are bright and shiny, but some times something eclipses the light in her grin. I’m going to be there even when it’s pitch black. You see, I lost my fear of the dark when I met her. Now I’m all flash light. I will not ask to turn on the over heads. No, I will kneel with her at the low points and hold a candle And her hand. I’m just trying to be someone who eases the anxiety. I don’t want to change her. I just want to make sure she has someone to lean on through the hard parts. I’m still trying to figure out if this love is good enough for her. I hope so.

“I find myself afraid to say her name. It feels breakable in my mouth. My clumsy tongue normally rushes through words as if I’m afraid I’ll run out of air. But she is worth all the oxygen in my lungs. So instead I hold my breath and I write her name in as many forms as I can on paper. Sweetheart, a keeper, life changer in a 5’4 framer, Baby, ocean eyes. Lately It only comes out as Love. I’m blue in the face because I can’t say it. The paper is blue with the ink that can. Love. There’s worse things that could fall from my lips.”