I want to matter. I want my life to mean something to someone besides me. But I have this enemy that holds me back. It fights me every day, all day. A lot of days I lose. I'm tired of losing. Today I want to win. So I speak. I dare. I reach out and offer my soul on a platter to the butchers on the internet that are just waiting for someone to cut. Why? Because those souls are reaching out too.

The sweet, quiet peace of the evening allows me to soak in the simple pleasures so often missed by the rush of life. The sounds and clean, crisp scents of nature seem to wash away the excess clutter of life that accumulates during the day, weighing me down. I am left clear & light. It's in this space that I think about you. Like the rush of life, my ego can think of a million reasons to worry about us but all that "being realistic" is warfare for the soul. When meditating in this beautiful moment brings me back to my heart, the smoke clears and I find the peaceful stillness always awaiting my return. I breath it in, sign with relief & wish you were here to hold my hand and share it with me. Visiting this place reminds me that love is not complicated, it's simple & we complicate it.

In a world where deceit, miscommunication, misleading & misrepresentation are commonplace, why do we, poetically, feel the need to fuel that fire? Is simplicity and truth not equally breathtaking. Why dig through the clutter of someone else's mind? Why do we insist someone put together the Jigsaw puzzle of thoughts, ideas and emotions that clutter our soul just to convey a gift we want to give them? Why do we insist someone else work to see the beauty we have found? There is a admirable, innocent beauty in our instant excitement to share the good feeling we have stumbled upon. But it is followed by an instant certainty that we must manipulate it with instagram filters, frames & snapchat silliness to make it appear shiner and more impressive. Then I squint and search for where the reality of that moment that may have managed to peek through. Why does something like that have to struggle for it's time in the lime light?