i leave summer very full of you. i have experienced a capacity for immense devotion. i have sunk into the depths of regret and the sorrow of a life ending. i can’t find logical reasoning for life or love, everything is sewn together and the meaning is what you make it. the heart will write stories where you’re the hero, the victim, or the righteous one, all to avoid pain.

suffering pulls us into an unbearable reality, and we never stay long. we slip into something less sober to blur the lines of our wounds. we reduce our vision and all is well again.

i wish i could choose when i was about to feel everything. the tender wave hits me when i least expect, and i am left in shades of wary.

no matter how disappointing this life may be, it still comes out fulfilling. because at it’s core, to be alive is a gift, and that gratitude is always the anchor the pulls me back in.