Perspective starts today!

The rain falls,
My heart listens
What is here for me today?
What is this time I have;
how do I use it well, use it right?
The smoke billows from my lungs and I ponder
What if this was it, this last moment, this last word, this last breath in my lungs, this last hello?
What if all I had was moments and those moments were the only testament to the life I lived?
What would I have to say for myself?
As the raindrops fall on my cheeks I am reminded of the tangible beauty in life.
The things I take for granted, the gods and idols I form out of selfish ambition and vanity.
The places I run to and hide that don't secure me.
The arms I seek shelter in but only break me.
What am I doing?
Stop. Hold on. Breath, keep going.
Realize the beauty in the breakdown,
The joy in the moments,
The fulfillment in the tears.
This is what shapes me, molds me, makes me, breaks me...
So I am broken into peices so I can grow from the ashes.
Perspective starts now.

Loving you

What can I say, you changed me.... From the outside in from the inside out, you made me see what was missing in me. I found truth when I looked at you, in your eyes I found strength. A million miles and mountains couldn't move me, but at your word I'd fly away to you. You don't see what I see, you don't know what I know of your soul. Something I hold the closest to me and I never plan on releasing. The stars aligned, kismet, the day we met and it was like all the worlds I me ever known came together in that spot and it became apparent to me that you, my dear, were all I'd ever want. The funny thing with love though, is that it changes you, your very being, your roots, your core. And whether or not it's reciprocated is invalid, all that matters is that the act of love itself has taught us. Loving you taught me to be selfless, to be kind, to give and not expect to receive, to breathe, to love being me, to be wild and take risks. You've shown me how to love not because you loved me back but because I loved your soul. That's all anyone could ask for... You have me a precious gift... The gift of knowing how to love, and mostly, how to love myself. Of all things love has the most power, and when we allow ourself to truly love someone else, we become our true selves.