i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

thinking about what it means to be this way.

feeling once again,

an overwhelming sense of loneliness

in my quest to find the space between the lines i was meant to walk.

if only it were easier,

if only the genuine things in life were more tangible.

yet i am happy,

that in the endless scrolling of my photos

i see life represented at its fullest,

in love that goes beyond

and in life that is lived not only for me.

although limited, there is a sense

of widening every day, every month, every year

and to go the distances is my new vocation.

my self-doubt will be replaced with fearlessness

and i will go, strong and beautiful.

not for me,

for You.