How's your seats?

He was wearing his stupid like colored polo

?!?? And where

Good!!! I have so much laundry

Sarah and I are at Tessa

Oh wait actually I have to stop at the museum

Glad you two enjoyed it

Yay I can't wait

All that matters is what it's worth when you retire!

You can help us set up our garden

Yea - I'm def less congested now!

Your Lyft driver, Bre'Anna, is here!

The canvas was unusual in its darkness and depth;

The pure blackness seemed to go on forever.

Edges appeared and disappeared with each instance -

It was constantly in flux, forever transforming to a new nothingness.

I closed my eyes and visions of swirls and stars burned against my eyelids.

This would be my masterpiece, I was sure of it.

Light surged through my arms from my heart down to the very tips of my fingers as I dipped my paintbrush into the billowing metallic star stuff.

A deep breath.

As the paintbrush neared the canvas, the energy surrounding seemed to plunge into the darkness.

Finally, contact.

Slowly, I twisted the brush outward as the entire canvas simultaneously rushed in toward the epicenter.

"Bang," I whispered.

Once you've opened your eyes,

Seen the wonders and majesty -

The geometric patterns,

The infinite fractals,

The imbued prisms,

The eternal emanating vibrations -

It's impossible to forget.

Even with eyes closed,

The simulacrum reappears with vigor,

Bringing light to the darkness,

And truth to the depth.

The slight imperfections of the glass panes send the eager orange light bouncing in every direction. Even with the insulation of the old home's embrace, the rays dance across my face and warm every inch.

Reality warps in and out as the sun descends below the horizontal plane; only his shoulder against my head, his hand in mine, and the occasional remark on the beauty of this moment-the remarkable nature of the absolute perfection in this alignment-remind me of our physical presence.

The skies are setting the world on fire just for us, and we quietly admire the show. The silence sings more truth than any song has. Lifetimes pass us by until finally the darkness settles.

At first, there is hesitation, uncertainty. And then, with open hands and open hearts, a new adventure, another realm to experience. This is what life is.

I write to reflect,

To capture the thoughts and feelings otherwise left unchecked.

I write to imagine,

To fabricate a world injected fully with my compassion.

I write to release,

To empty my mind of anger and fear, left only with peace.

Yet sometimes these sentiments move so quick and so dense,

That even a blank page is too full to hold any sense.

"Oh, you look like you're [twelve/fourteen/fifteen/in high school]!"

"Nope, twenty-three, out of college for over a year now." Plus a forced smile.

"Really??? Well you'll be grateful when you're older!"

Maybe. Probably true. But right now, today, it takes a whole lot of self-control to bite my tongue and nod.