kds2014

My dearest friend, I am so afraid. So terrified of the feelings I have uncovered inside of myself, Yearning for the return of them, yet ready to scream and run all the same. I've been hurt too many times. I cannot handle any more pain or sorrow. It's not that I don't trust you – I do. I trust you with all of my heart, my soul, my being. But I've found that I lack trust within myself. Now I'm longing for your comfort, your embrace. I've fallen in love with all the smallest, most important things; The curve of your lips when you're smiling back at me, The sparkle in your eye that accompanies every laugh we share, The way we se

So many {opportunities}. So many {options}. But I want [only] you. Things I wanted -before {Disappear}. None of the [others] really matter. It's [only] you [Only] you and the promise of what [we] could be That I long for. I  you realize How amazing that is How amazing [you] are How amazing [we] {Could be}.

I look at people like him. And I think of how lucky they are. They still have a constant flow of ideas, only speckled with less than an ounce of self-doubt. Constantly making things, throwing things out just to replace them with things that are greater. I wish I was like them. Growing up but never throwing out what made things wonderful. Never not doing things because "What's the point?" or "This is useless" because everything they do has a point. It makes sense, it always makes sense, even if they don't think it does, or never will. And even when they don't, they make it anyway. They create things, from the little spark it was in their minds