I want you to know that no matter what your brain tells you, you are more than the image that you see in the mirror. That isn’t the real you. It is your biased version of you.
I watched you die. I sat in my car with heat blasting my feet as you squirmed in the road. I shifted my eyes— held back the tears and waited for the light to turn green.
Dad’s cupped hand fell into his lap. All I wanted was to hear Dad whisper how mom had wrangled him back in right before they had me. I wanted to see those clear eyes fill again and feel his belly laugh resonate through the porch floorboards.
Who can fathom the sea of stars rising in the darkness? Who can take note of the huntress in the sky? Her bow shivers at every pull.
Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap. ~― Robert Fulghum
First of all, I want you to take a moment to truly appreciate all that you have. I didn’t do that enough when I was young, so I didn’t realize how blessed I was to live the life I had.
Shake this tin can and listen to the air rolling inside my walls, the echo of nothing fills your ears until your eyes splotch black. My feet tread a bleak abyss.