be patient with myself...

Untied shoelaces. Her rose ribbons weave in and out.
It’s all thrown into blueberry fields. Sink into
her palms, crown.

Butterflies kneel on her shoulders, planting poppies
in unbraided hair. Could have been easier on you, She whispers wordless thoughts into your mouth.

White dress made blue. Dandelion seeds float
on your fingers, her air. Why can’t we all breathe so perfect–
tie the knot tighter, pull close,
out loud.

Life’s not about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.

I need to let my expectations for myself be enough and make an attempt to dissociate my self-worth from the worth I believe others have conditionally placed on me.

As impossible as it is for anyone to stop defining themself by who they are to others, I must make a conscious effort to identify when I am putting too much stock in others opinions, or in what I believe their opinions to be.

i am. it is good.

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble makers. The round pegs in square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. But the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.

“Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.”– Alan Watts

“She walks in beauty like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies, and all that’s best of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes” – lord byron