Thursday, September 3, 2015

hundred & forty-seven

There’s madness happening outside my window as the sun goes down behind the city skyline. I would pick lying in bed, scrolling through Pinterest wedding boards and laughing at Jimmy Kimmel with you every time. 

hundred & forty-six

He was a little cute; I was a little single.

hundred & forty-five

It’s the nights we try to blend in with the world and fail miserably that I re-realize you’re my very best friend. 

hundred & forty-four

You saw him laughing, eyes gleaming. But be aware: he’s only smiling because he knows the ghosts in your eyes will play nicely with the demons in his. 

hundred & forty-three

She drove a little too fast; she loved a little too deep. She learned the hard way that only on the very brink of death do you feel the most alive. 

hundred & forty-two

My lips have become a catalyst for words you will never say. I recite affirmations softly to myself: you are beautiful, you are loved, you are enough. And just before sleep overcomes me, I almost believe them. 

hundred & forty-one

We are so quick to yell at the Lord; so quick to deny Him in His great plan for us. Sometimes God doesn’t change your circumstance. Sometimes God changes you, instead.