Top of the Mountain

The flowers loathe
The top of the mountain
Where we Laid
Till the sun fell asleep
With you on top of me

We can weather the cold
Tangled in each others arms

We just need to call it our own love
We'll just leave the rest for time to tell
Cause we just need to call it our own love
We'll just leave the rest for time to tell

We'll find a brick home
Somewhere in the town below
Let the wind in the trees
And the blaze of the fire
Lull us back to sleep

Forget where we left off
Cause we're only trying
To keep love alive

We can weather the cold
Tangled in each others arms

Opaque Emotional Wall

I came across this quote by C.S. Lewis today and it really made me think...

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."

I’ve found that loving yourself is the foundation in which receiving love takes place. It is such a simple truth and is hardly an unrecognizable saying, but I think many times people put up a shield to block out love simply because of their own insecurities. I’ve been there myself. At times it just seems easier to be unhappy. I know that sounds strange, but I have been caught up in the belief that I am incapable of being loved or true love is a farce. Somehow I found that acceptable as a means to prevent myself from being hurt. However, once I acknowledged that I am a lovable person despite my many flaws, I was no longer “unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable”. Yes, I run the risk and almost certainty of being let down or hurt by those I love, but the rewards far outweigh my previously opaque emotional wall. I see this mentality so often and understandably, but once I freed myself of this attitude my life was truly blessed. My heart was opened in ways I never imagined possible. Something so simple and often overlooked, made such a profound impact on my relationships and outlook of life itself. I am still a work in progress, but I'm continually working to peel the blinders away.

Fear

Dreams are hindered when you permit fear to overshadow faith.

So We Love

I buried this from the archive in light of this special day. Today marks one year with my love. I wrote this shortly after Jaclyn and I started dating. She is still as beautiful and wonderful today as she was the first night I met her. It has been an amazing year!

So We Love

Beautiful in the morning you were
Sun-kissed hair, gentle, meek and mild
Buried in the covers, still dreaming
If only I could see behind your eyes

I kissed your temple gently
Something to remind me that this is real
Natural and true, your beauty is

So we love, still, waiting to grow old
In form, in feel, to begin to hear
So we love, so we love

Clear the slate, bring on the day
Summer skin, won’t you take me away
The bearer of bold and steady
Rest beside me, only you and I

A whisper in the silence
Love exchanged through equal minds
Yet to be realized, you and I

Dreams Living Aloud

Imagination is the organ of meaning. I’ve chased dreams, emerged in uncertainty, and pushed towards the unknown. Often failing, but always rewarding to encompass a naked sense of passion for seemingly unattainable desires. Some live in regrets, I live through subtle passion. Rarely expressed in a manner deemed fervent, but the burning does not subside. Simple love, genuine hearts, faithful friends. Happiness despite hardship, love overwhelming hurt, and joy in the small glimpses of dreams living aloud.

Impermanence

Accept the impermanence of everything, and you'll be awakened by thankfulness.

I Am Momentum, Reality Is Friction

Life is ever-changing, hardly self-explanatory, and full of surprises. Trials are the venom to enlightenment. Experience, the force for change. Sometimes it takes losing to win, other times gaining to lose. I've had both tastes upon my tongue, often bitter, rarely sweet. But ultimately the essence of my being. I am momentum, reality is friction.