It’s a good memory, he said
That’s all we ever take with us
Everything else fades
Even memories can become tainted
We can’t possibly remember them all
We sat and gazed across at the other, knowing this is just another one of those moments that will pass.
Maybe we’ll remember this for the years to come, or maybe we’ll forget
But I’ll continue to try to remember
The only way I know how
The decisions you make in your life are entirely your own, yet there are many factors that come into play in any…
The look in your eyes
Once it was there
That is how I knew
You loved me
What I know about love continues to grow 🌳
Love is in the moments of silence, in a kiss, in the calm 🌊
Love is a smile, an embrace, it keeps your soul warm
Love is in laughter and intimate conversation 💛
Love is in every moment spent with you 💫
I once read that to love is a choice
Now there are days when I ask why
Why does love feel hard sometimes?
When I look into your eyes, mine confess
How deeply I believe in us
While your eyes tell everything else
I drive home at the end of the day
And all I see and think in passing
Somehow brings me back to you
Hope is very powerful.
It drives us to act.
It's instilled in our inner world out of love.
Love for our friends, family, partners; love for ourselves.
But hope can also toy with you, mislead you, misguide you, even if it's from the heart.
The most beautiful thing about hope though, is how wonderful it can feel. When we feel loved, I think we also feel hopeful; for sunnier skies, wilder adventures, deeper love.
At least that’s what I hope for.
Here’s a poem about how I found hope and lost it, in the dream we had built before unearthing…
Sometimes love grows the more you spend time nurturing it
Sometimes it grows while you're apart
But love always grows in the intimate moments you share with someone; a friend, a grandparent, a romantic partner
Love can even flourish in the midst of your first conversation with a stranger
Come to think of it, that's how many of my friendships were born 🙏
This poem tells the story of a moment I shared with a true friend 🧡
It was assumed we would be
Rocking our tents
As the others did
But we only came here to rest
As I kissed him on the forehead
He kissed my hand
Our fingers holding on dearly
This is how love is, I knew then
Drifting into our dreams
Cheek to cheek
There stood a skeleton of a man
Long forgotten behind this door
His few belongings in the corner
Of a room vastly undone
For a dream in long-held hope
Here, proof of any fruition
Here's the story:
I was once told I spoke too much; felt too much; that I was... too much. And I believed it.
Believing this didn't change me, but it changed the parts of me that I shared. It changed who I showed up as. It changed the kind of friend I was.
I would use my own personal outlets to extremities to channel…