Showing posts from November, 2015

An Open Letter to My Family

Dear Family,

Thank you.

Thank you for always being so crazy and lovely and wonderful through everything. Thank you for raising me with all the love and kindness that you could muster, and all the greatness of your souls. Thank you for surrounding me with warmth and joy, even on the darkest days. Thank you for standing with me, even when I don't know exactly what I'm standing for. Thank you for accepting me as I am. Thank you for loving me as I am. Thank you for seeing the good things about me when I cannot. Thank you for bringing me up and keeping me there as much as possible. Thank you for sacrificing your time and energy for my well being. Thank you for making me smile and laugh and cry. Thank you for being my family, for being my home. Thank you for letting me come home. Thank you for all the stories, all the tales of old and new, and thank you for just being you!

It's not even everything, but it is mainly what I've been thinking about lately. I am filled with such a g…

An Open Letter to My Friends

Dear friends,

Thank you.

I'm going to be honest: you have all shaped my life in some way. Throughout our hectic years of high school, or even long before, you've been there for me, like guardian angels. The funny thing is, you don't even realize it. Some of you live with the delusion that you don't matter, that you're just specs in the vaccuum of space and time. I laugh and I cry at that notion, because you are so much more. 

Have you ever stopped to think how much you mean to me and to others? Do you ever value your existence the way I do? Because you should. 

Each of you are special in one way or another. Each of you have a piece of my heart, a piece of my soul. You've given me hope and you've given me comfort. You've been loyal and sweet and kind and wonderful and mind-opening. Your experiences have become my experiences. When you hurt, I feel that pain too. You probably don't see it, but maybe if I tell you enough times, with just the right words, y…

My Sun | a poem

Although my pearl eyes are vacant, they light up when you rise, your breath the flame of life inside me.

I’m doused in the heat of you, the light of you in the reign of your excellency and I know you like no one else.

You are celestial to everyone but me because I see you as a new hue every day we meet.

I know I’m not meant to think of you as such, but your lips are the softest embers I’ve ever touched.