Fumbling my way Forward.

I’m in between notebooks right now.
I’m in between thought bubbles.
I’m in between brave, true statements.
I’m existing in the nothingness
that surrounds the good parts of my world.
And I don’t mind.
I never mind where it is exactly that I lie.
sometimes I just need to stretch out.

but the times that I am here –
in between the last time I laughed
and the next time that I will –
my words are small and simple.
simple and infrequent.

It’s in these times –
leaving a beautiful moment
and finding my way to the next –
that I really get a good, hard look at my reality
and find more ways to appreciate belonging in the better parts of my life.
ways to TELL MY HEART and the goodness and the joy. 

sometimes, my heart feels like it might explode with joy.

this is not one of those times.

try to understand the fact that you are rare enough to be anything at all.

"if you dont feel very happy or if you just feel sad at this moment i want you to go outside at night and stand there for a very long while and try to understand the fact that you are rare enough to be anything at all.
if you are stuck in the comfort of taking that for granted, you need to sit down and recognize it, which is easy enough, if there is a want for it.
this physical passing of emotions between the sky and yourself will bring your heart a beam of light and loving kindness, i promise you. it has always worked for me.
life is beautiful!!! do not become stuck!!!
do all things with love and care and plant your feet so rooted to the ground of your earth and mine, that you may only grow in impeccable amounts of love and happiness to all things your senses reach out towards and derive from. show others how happiness is so that they will also want it for themselves and others.
coexist with this wonderful world that had all the loving inside of its atmosphere to plant you within it one day and take care of you for this long, so far. you deserve each other."

25.

"This is for all the people I’ll never meet. This is for the person I might have kissed had I taken a different subway line on Saturday and the person I might have been if that boy hadn’t broken my mother’s teenage heart. This is for the people I would have loved if last winter hadn’t been so cold and for the city I would have called home if I had written haiku's on napkins and carried pens in dress pockets and in the knots of my hair.
This is for who I was, who I am, who I might be.
This is for you."