Monday, August 30

Miami Love


Can it be possible that our dreams are reality's way of telling us that life doesn't have to be boring, or scheduled, or full of routine, but that the possibilities are endless and that life is just waiting for us to take the first step?






I'm not going to let them decide what my life will look like

I'm going to take more pictures than shortcuts
I am going to laugh in inappropriate situations
I'm going to drive just because
I'm going on an adventure everyday
I'm going to live my dreams

Friday, August 20

Oh Dear You Look So Lost

I'm ready to move on. I'm ready to move. I'm ready for all my fall plans to begin and for this long summer to come to a close. It was not what I imagined. It was not what I planned. My expectations fell through, and my world got turned upside down. But it was still mine and It will still be memories I have to carry. Someone once said that, "Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten." I need to believe that right now. I need beat this. Sometimes I wish I could escape the way they do in the music that helps me get through. For my chains are getting heavy, and I'm ready to unload.



Thursday, August 19

Choose To Fight



This morning we woke up to a thin layer of ash everywhere. Covering the vehicles, on top of the trampoline, and blowing around in the air. It's time for God to step in. We can't do it any longer. I live in a town full of people suffering from a smokers cough and red puffy eyes. In the blink of an eye it could be gone. Our town, our homes, and our security. I don't understand it at all. I don't understand why we can put them out. I don't understand why we don't have a mass of people going to be trained to fight them. I don't understand why it doesn't rain, and I don't understand why people are being so calm. It is officially time to freak out.

Tuesday, August 17

Sunday, August 8

I Never Promised There'd Be Sunshine Everyday


There is no problem that cannot be solved by the stretch between home and home. The only road that matches perfectly to the maze of my heart. The only open air that has been witness to my every emotion. The only trees that have seen every colour of my tears. I know it like the back of my hand and it knows me. "I've had my fair share of take care and goodbyes". I'm done. And it only took me this long to figure out where home was. It's on this stretch of road. connecting me to my childhood home and my closest one. I belong here. I can feel it, and the road agrees with me.

Friday, August 6

Your Ruining Summer. This Just Got Personal



There is so much smoke in the air that summer feels like fall. It's warm. Too warm. The ice cream tub melts before it makes it to the freezer. But there is no sign of the sun. What was meant to be weeks of summer and beaches and rivers and lakes has turned into misery. Misery and movies. I have been to the rental place too many times for the clerk to not notice in the past 3 days. But no amount of indoor activities or cop shows can distract from what's going on outside. The mountain is too close. The helicopters are too slow and the firefighters aren't even that good looking. We all act like life is normal. Like the clouds are out making us blue. But I see it in their faces. Familiar faces that wont make eye contact due to past regrets. Were scared. I want to get too much sun. I want to use my aloe vera. I want to float down the river and to drive with sunglasses on. I want home to feel like home and for august to reappear. I have decided that this is as bad as it's going to get.

Thursday, August 5

But Mostly Just Me


There is something about emotion that takes us over. That we crave. That we want so much more than anything. To feel. To know that in a situation that is good or awful that the people around us are feeling as well. To have your heart beat so loud you think it is going to pop outside of your chest. To have so much to say that you cant control your own tongue. To have passion for someone so strong that looking at them from across the room is dangerous. Emotion isn't wrong. Not in the way that they portray it. It's not weakness. Its greatness. The greatness that can be born at any moment in any one of us.

I found a daisy the other day on the way to work. More like it found me. I didn't pull apart the pieces, because my fate would have been the same regardless.