"Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that." -- Ally Condie, 'Matched' // Even though we'll soon be separated by distance, our hearts will stay connected and I'll always find myself tangled up in your beautiful, open, loving ways. You're the very best friend a girl could ask for... Monday throw
I used to have an illustrated version of the Bible... Those were my bedtime stories. I remember reading about angels and how they looked after people. So I asked my grand about it once; if we could see them, what they looked like, where could we find them. She told me they were anywhere. That God couldn't be everywhere all the time and even god would tire. Therefore it was up to angels to look after people. She told me they mainly took the shape of birds. Any kind. And that if one happened to land by your feet, it was the grace of god watching over you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Sometimes, the people we love would go up there, and after passing some sort of angel test, they could come back and watch over you too. So when I was 5, I wanted to be a bird. I wanted to fly everywhere. I wanted to look after the people I love and when they were sad, I wanted to land on their feet to let them know they weren't alone. That someone was out there. And somehow it'd make it all okay. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀On days like today I wish I were a bird so I could land close to your feet, and let you know you aren't alone, that someone out there cares enough for your well being. And although there's nothing I can do to stop you or anyone from feeling what you're feeling, all I want is for you to know you don't have to do it all on your own... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀We are chained to our worries like birds to the sky. I am you, you are mine. Little more, nothing less
When I am in nature I'm so inspired. And I write. "I am a mountain.
I stand firm on my feet with my head in the clouds.
I am tall and glorious.
I am both strong and beautiful.
I am peaceful and quiet.
I am surrounded by beauty.
I am alive...always growing and changing.
When storms are surrounding me, I stand strong, waiting for the sun to shine knowing that storms will always pass and the sun will shine again.
I have low points and high points.
I have layers and depth beneath the surface.
The sun touches parts of me but there are many places that are worth exploring that have yet to be discovered.
I am a mountain."
The only thing I can seem to do consistently is journal. Although this isn't from my journal, it is my writing so they are similar. This is a poem from awhile ago, but I feel hesitant about posting poetry. It feels so personal. Words are powerful. Idk if I will continue posting poetry but here is a lil snippet just for fun