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06192012

Amiss

A mess

Capacious truth.

Neglected

Rejected

Suspicions Confirmed.

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Find it and keep it.

Your happiness is yours.
You can keep it, hide it, share it, give it away.

But I suggest you keep it.
Hold onto it as long as you can.

If you hide it – you might forget exactly where you placed it.
If you share it – a fragment of your Happiness will no longer belong to only you.
If you give it away – there is no guarantee that the recipient will value it, because your happiness is best understood and most effective when it belongs to you.

Find happiness.

Keep it.

And if you love someone, encourage them to find theirs – whatever that may consists of.

03192012

This is where my hope and happiness was found, shared, hidden, broken, and ultimately restored.


I miss you, Grandpa.

And I don’t know if you know that I miss you.
I miss my summer visits, when we’d eat brunch just you and I.
I miss our late night conversations, over milk and pie.
I miss you laughing at my fear of bugs and spiders.
I miss your stupid dog – you know, the one who would growl and show me his perfect teeth.
I miss you teaching me to ride your horse.
I miss the way you hid my bike so nobody else would take it.

I miss your big, calloused hands waving in the air telling me stories of the past.
I miss your radiant smile, and how your blue blue eyes shined when you spoke.
I miss the way you said goodbye – so kind, so gentle, so quiet, yet so full of love.
If anybody has taught me what it is to love, without having to say “I love you,” it was you.
We all felt so much love, even through the distance.
We all felt important, exciting, intelligent, and  good enough in that house you built,
We all feel blessed, to have had such an amazing, strong, brave, and wise man in our lives.

Thank you, Grandpa, for making my life better
Thank you for teaching me to seek happiness, even when life is bitter.

I miss you, Grandpa. You were and always will be my hero. <3
Rest in peace.


Raindrops.

Splitter, splatter, the rain outside beats.

Tap, tip, it’s knocking.

No stopping, no light, just drops falling

Towards the muddy ground.

Tick tock, the clock is ticking

Sleep soon, wake soon.

Pounding, beating heart

Tells otherwise, feels pain.

Clenching like a fist,

Fear spreads throughout the body.

Burning, achy

Not breaking.

Love, love, love –

So much more love to give.


A World Full of Sensations

Restless, breathless, and always a toothy smile on her white face.
Rain or shine –
This world has no pull on her.
Strength of mind
And peace of heart push her beyond their expectations.
All she knows is this world is full of sensations.

Forgetting, forgiving, and never regretting people nor places
Laughing or sobbing –
None of it is for very long.
Colorful world
And such a temporary life illuminates the future
She is a reflection of The Beautiful Life.
A happiness seeker.