Why do people live so close to volcanoes?
Because their soil grows the most beautiful flowers.
Maybe people forget what the volcanoes are capable of, with their consistent churning, just begging to erupt on all that is holy. Maybe people become so enamored of living in the presence of such immaculate potential for growth, that they forget the equally astonishing potential for destruction; they forget their own place among the possible casualties. Maybe, over time, they begin to trust that the volcano would never do anything to harm them.
From a young age, we are taught not to play with…
I have encountered so many amazing people, and twice as many shitty ones. I carry every single one of them with me in the form of lessons learned, or scars inflicted. I’m honestly not sure if I’m better or worse for it, all I know is I am forever changed by our encounter. I am also grateful for the opportunity to learn more about myself and the world, through them. Even on the days when I wish we had never met, I am still aware that if not for them, I wouldn’t be me.
I can’t help but wonder if…
The sky was falling
you crashed in to my life.
Large pieces fell
like white flags
in the streetlights
and collected on my windowsill.
It was as if
the sky wanted me to know
it was safe to surrender-
to open the window
and let you in.
So I did.
You had me
dreaming of snow angels
and talking to God on a daily basis.
I never told you this but
I prayed a lot when you were around.
you were a beautiful chapter
and I appreciated every single page.
You left the same way…