The Crazy Parady of Nonsense Rambles

And i know im not always the best listener, i get sidetracked and confused i lose myself in my own little word. I know im not the girl of your dreams, I don't look good without make up and im too big in some areas and way too tiny in others. I know that my heart is falling apart its tied together with all sorts of useless things and my memory holds on to more of the bad than the good. but I try. I am also a dreamer, so i imagine what life could be. I imagine me and you. I think of all the places we could see and things we could do. I envision you happier than ever before and sometimes I let myself pretend im the reason for that joy. So right now I'm seeing the world so much darker than it really is, but tomorrow, I promise I'll see the blindingly good side instead, so long as you'll give me the night to make the change. Oh and I know my heart is small, but i love you with every ounce of love everyone alive or dead has ever had to give and i love you for so much more than just that.

*www.iwrotethisforyou.me

I need to thank you for smiling too because if it weren't for you knowing how to feel and having no where else to go I wouldnt be able to read these thoughts. I wouldn't be able to do the things I need to do and be inspired to create the things I create in response to your words telling me that pain can be good and love is even better than that and that feelings really are ok. And living in the world I live in you would never be able to assume the person I am but from finding your words I like to think I am a better person even if others dont always see it - even if i don't always see it. And I know you read our comments, you know where some of us are coming from and you know what its like to be in awe of someone else, so thank you. Really all I am trying to say is thank you.

I am in love because of you.

I am happy because of you.

I truly live because of you.




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The Late Christmas Party

It was nice to see you again today.  We've missed you and your smile so very much. 

The Remains of a Galaxy

I was taught to believe that we are all made of dust and ash, but that was false information. You are made of stardust.  Growing up they told me that we're all here for different reasons but to do the same thing. Only we aren't because some are here to live and others are here to  love.  (yes, it does make a difference.) And they always said that all of us were born the same way. We weren't. I was an accident of pleasure.  You were intended as the last hope of a generation.