Thank You.

Thank you for everything you do.
Thank you for everything you are.
Thank you for knowing when to laugh at my jokes.
Thank you for knowing when to laugh at me.
Thank you for knowing how to make me smile.
Thank you for taking a moment out of your day.
Thank you for being there when I wake up.
Thank you for being the perfect dream.
Thank you for being more than just a dream.
Thank you for being.

I repeated this all day.  I meant it more with each time I said it.

Thank you.

Same Air

Sometimes I think about the fact that the world is spinning thousands of miles per hour.  The air you breathe out, lingers in an area of the atmosphere, and I spin through it.  I may never share the warmth of your being, but I will count on the fact that we share the same air.

Fragile Window To Freedom

Your words are like finding an old photo.  The type of picture where I'm not the center of the frame.  I'm not the subject.  I'm just there, in the background.  The smile on my face is natural and real.  A moment of organic happiness, captured by happenstance.

My words are a link to a tunnel for your escape.  A window to your freedom.  The comfort I feel in knowing that, is indescribable.  As much as I'd like to promise you that I will be there to catch you when you jump out that window, the reality is that I want to keep you safe inside.

Our words are important.  
Our words matter.  
Our words keep us connected. 

The Wait.

Too often I think of you.
Too few, are the times we talk.

The wait.
I wait for that moment, when we trade words.

The weight.
The weight of that moment, keeps me on the ground.

You are the first image I see each morning when I wake up.  It seems like such a minor detail of my life, but I assure you it is truth.  Seeing a picture of you that I carry with me every day, reminds me of a time when my life was filled with happiness.  The excitement of knowing we would talk.  That urge I have to make you laugh.  The anticipation of what would happen next.  I know you.  You know me.

Swirling and spinning, are the thoughts in my mind.

The Truth Of Sadness

If you showed me the world that you wished to live in.  I would wish to live, to bring that world to you.

There Is A Dash Between Your Days.

Have you ever spent time thinking about the importance of a moment.  Not just the crucial moments that everyone takes notice of, but the most minuscule and small moment.  The second that you spend at the corner, looking both ways before crossing the street.  What does that moment mean to the world?  Do you ever get so stressed by life that you need to take a deep breath and reset the day?  I feel like I waste a lot of my days.  I find awe, and calm, when I look at a 200 year old cedar tree.  I bet that tree doesn't worry about the dash between it's dates.  When someone says, "that tree has been here from 1805-2012" no one worries about what that dash has done.  Yet, every moment inside that dash, has mattered.

I want to live in that deep breath.  I want each day to reset itself into the calm.

Paint. Color. Draw.

Creativity is something that should never be wasted.

The majority of a child's life is spent being creative. Painting with their hands, coloring pictures in books, drawing sharks and unicorns. As people age, they are forced to narrow the outlets of their creativity. Eventually they spend the majority of their time focussing on everything they "must" do, instead of discovering everything they are "capable" of doing.