It's a very powerful song about love. It is about loving during the hard times and trusting that faith and love is enough to get you through anything. Too often people don't love during the trials of life, I too forget to show love and compassion and trust when times get difficult. It is about faith in God's love. For people in my life, physical or spiritual, I want to fully love and trust them. The song helps me remember how I want to live.

This was a difficult writing task. There are so many incredible, inspirational, powerful, relatable songs out there. Now I am thinking about all of them. I think I'm going to pour myself into music for a while.

Dearly departed, intricately woven into my own life’s story.

Another year without you, but your memory will never die.

You made life worth living for me and for others.

Only here for a brief time, but your impact was great.

For every lesson you taught me, for every memory, I am grateful.

To those I didn’t know well, I hope you had many good times.

Here’s to the ones I knew intimately, you were a precious gift.

Everyone leaves something behind no matter how short they lived.

Decisions you made, and love you gave, echo into eternity.

Each day you impact me in ways I don’t understand.

Always influencing me as I remember stories of your past.

Despite the pain of your absence, I try to live my best life.

I think the hardest part of life is happiness. It only happens in short spurts, now and then. When it's gone we try to live in the past instead of in the moment. As we get older, happiness is harder to achieve. Then when we do have happiness, it's hard to enjoy it because we know it's fleeting, so we try to memorialize it with pictures and videos and trinkets. By the time we are old, we rarely experience true happiness because mentally we are in the past and it's hard to be grateful for things you've experienced countless times. That and many people who make us happy have passed away so we cannot experience them anymore. People feel pressured by social norms to smile and act happy, but it takes away the savor of true happiness and gratitude because it's acting and not real. Had we never truly experienced happiness then life wouldn't be so hard and full of disappointment because everyday would be the same and things going wrong would be normal and less painful. We wouldn't have to act out what we aren't really feeling.

Walking down the street, wind brushing through my hair, there you are. Elegantly, striding past me, perfectly poised in every motion of your body. Perfectly messy hair, peircing eyes, and a face that shows peaceful contentment in such a serious way. My heart skips a beat, as you lock eyes with me, acknowledging my existance. You glide past me, effortlessly, leaving me tingling with excitement.

My déjà vu dream,

Mind candy immortalized,

Have we met before?

I am a strange person. I often feel like I don’t fit in anywhere. I feel alien around my peers and around strangers. I’m like the least formal, proper, elegant, polite person. Not that I’m rude or obscene or purposefully clashing with society. I like people and I want people to like me. I feel like other people are so personable, charming, polite, and proper and I feel weird interacting with them because those social norms feel so fake and alien to me.

It’s like every new meeting, whether in a store, in a business setting, in a park, or just a new neighbor is like meeting a president or a king or a sage or a prodigy or a genius and then there is me. Awkward, introverted, clumsy, nerdy, dorky me with my newbie conversational skills that make toddlers sound like Einstein. I say things meant to be complimentary or positive and they come across like insults or negative backlashes. I’m not negging and usually what I say is not a fallacy.

Example: I had an acquaintance, maybe already a friend (I have trouble telling when acquaintances become friends), that I was trying to broach friendship with and she was moving away and we were hanging out before her family moved to another state. She was explaining her family dynamics to me and how her son’s biological father got to have him for summer. She told me that his father’s side of the family were Hispanic and that they migrated from Mexico. She and her husband visited with him and his family because they were not on bad terms and they always had a lot of Mexican food and had a good time together. I said a comment on how lucky she was because authentic Mexican food (or authentic food from any culture) is better than the American spin on it.

I’m not sure how I phrased it or how she took it but she looked at me like I was a racist idiot. All I meant by my comment was, that Mexican food made by Mexican people not only is healthier, but also tastes so much better. I try so hard to fit in with society but I’m strange, different, my frame of thought comes across wrong. It’s like, even though we both speak English, it’s like we have different versions of English with slightly different meanings.

I’m a spiritual person, not really religious, but I believe in souls and higher purposes and spiritual journeys and growth. We are here to learn and grow and find out who we are and what special gifts and talents we have. I believe in being nonjudgmental, all inclusive (except where real evil is concerned), loving, compassionate, and encouraging. I never mean any words I say to sound mean, hateful, racist, or spiteful. I love all peoples and I’m happy that we are so unique and individual. My favorite part of my life journey is when I meet twin-flames and soul siblings who are weird and goofy like me. I feel like I can breath, be myself, like I’m with my community. There aren’t many of us but I’m happy just to have one or two people who truly understand who I am. I’m still thankful for all the other people in my life who are different from me and I value our relationship but there is just something special about finding people who are just like you.

I've been reading a lot of other people's literary works, and some of the thoughts and feelings the pieces evoked in me, inspired me to write about how I feel about myself in society. I really feel unseen and misunderstood but not in a dark and brooding manner.

ZOOM!

Airplanes and helicopters flying over my head.

Where are they going and are there alien UFO’s up there?

ZOOM!

Trains passing me by as I sit in our car patiently waiting.

Waving, I wonder if any passengers see me.

ZOOM!

Driving mopeds around my grandparent’s house.

Pretending to be stunt devils.

ZOOM!

Motorcycles passing us by on the highway.

Thinking of all the action movies with highspeed highway weaving.

ZOOM!

The whirring noise of jumpropes swirling over my head.

Focusing on the rhythm of the game to get as high of a count as possible.

ZOOM!

Toy helicopter gliders soaring through the air.

Keeping my eyes pealed so I don’t get hit.

ZOOM!

Bicycles racing by competing for some destination.

Are they racing for fun or are they late being somewhere?

ZOOM!

The sound effect I make when holding my baby brother over my head.

Pretending he is a flying superhero going to save the day.