Respect her.

She is not there for your convenience,

she is there because she wants to be.

If she makes time for you,

respect it.

It is a gift.

If she talks to you,

don’t just listen.

Hear her.

She wants to be heard.

If she touches your heart,

carry her there always.

She is not random chance,

or a gamble.

She is not a toy.

She is light…

not just a random spark

in the ether –

she is the fucking sun.

She is silver light

on the horizon…

~C.

 

 

I wonder…

what is underneath that smile,

what hides behind that sparkle in your eyes.

if you are as strong,

as confident,

as your acitons express,

or if you carry hidden burdens

and an aching in your soul

that only you can see.

I wonder if you are like me…

C.

My life was crashing

down all around me.

The rubble –

it was ugly

and the cloud of dust it created

was too dense to see through.

I thought I would suffocate.

And then,

there was you…

You saw me through that cloud

when I couldn’t even see myself.

I don’t know how,

or why…

but I could suddenly breathe again…

Because then,

there was you.

C.

LIVE your life.

Be who you were

before the world told you

that you had to be someone else.

Be all the things

life has told you not to be –

open,

forward,

brave,

unashamed,

unafraid.

Be a radical nonconformist,

let your spirit blaze.

Be unrestrained in your fervor,

in your passion…

Be wild.

Be free.

C.