thoughts: my mind's playlist.

You know, some of my best days are when everything goes wrong. Weird? Maybe. Confusing? Most definitely. I think it is because the days when everything seems to go wrong, there are only a few moments where things are absolutely perfect, which makes those moments beautiful. They stand out, you know? Weird? Maybe. Confusing? Most definitely not. At least not to me. 

You know, when those bad days come to a close and you finally get to rest your head on your pillow, that's when you realize that everything is perfect, regardless of every negative thought that came into your mind. Inhale. Exhale. And then simply just laugh. You made it.

You made it, my friend. You made it through a challenging day and your heart is still pumping blood.

You are alive.

And that's enough to keep you going one more day.

'...because there are no strings attached,'

he said to the girl who attached herself to everything.

Little did he know, she was

missing home

missing family

missing friends

missing the mountains

missing her bed

missing everything she had attached herself to.

She needed something to attach herself to, something to remind her of everything she loved and left behind.

Instead of some witty remark, she just bowed her head and blushed.

life in eden changed.

I used to think packing up and leaving was a romantic adventure, but now I think it is a brave endeavor.

I am simply just waiting.

Sitting here, waiting. I am watching my stuff being packed away, sent up to the attic where it will only collect dust. I feel like I am slowly disappearing, slowly becoming nothing but a memory.

It was a lovely memory, for me. A memory I never prepared myself to let it fall behind me. It didn't appear on my radar as an event I must prepare myself to break from. It is all too fast, too real.

The world doesn't know how to deliver reality, except for in large doses. Too large for my pathetic palms, too large for my fragile arms to carry.

I wish I could hold it. I wish I could hold it and call her Grace and teach her to think of Sundays as absolutely lovely. I wish I could teach her yoga and how to clear the mind. No stress, baby, no stress.

Reality has this way of separating the Past and Future and leaving you broken in Between. Leaving you on the verge of embrace and longing to reminisce. Straddling the rooftops trying to decide which side will give you better balance.

I am sorry if this all sounds dull or is a heavy dose of gravity and reality, buy I'm trying to make sense of it all, trying to find the beauty created by this twist in my Kaleidoscope.