I’m afraid of war. Not the kind of war where men are shooting at each other with guns. The kind that happens within your own mind, heart, and soul.
I also know that there will always be war. But know that there will also, always be love. Love will always out-weight war. I could lay in this tree house all day and listen to the waves crashing down on the rocks below me. I could lay here and hold your hand, and kiss your hair, and say your name until my last breath left my chest.
(You re-inspired my writing! )
I wish I could be like that ocean. all exposed and vulnerable. I wish that I could let people see me just as I am. Maybe you’ll be the one to see me this way. Maybe not, maybe I keep reading the signals all wrong.