Mon couer.
Forget me now, my dear my darlin.
“I just wanna hold your hand. Hang on every word you say, write a song for us and sing it ’til we’re old and gray.”
You’ll be the only one for me.
One moment: happy free alive, content. The next: bleu, alone, paranoid.(I’m paranoid of being paranoid ha.). Questioning every decision I’ve ever made in my life.
Relationships. Worth fighting for. What is it to be with someone? Sharing those intimacies, every day moments shared, the burden of life; shared. Morning giggles, brunch buddies, mac and cheese dates. Why is it that we both fight for and against them. What part of them does not fit our box? Why do we even have a box?
Life. I want outside the norm. I want to be happy where I’m at. Everyone running around like they have the secret to happiness and success. Reality is: we’re all the same.
Just me: Freedom. To be, to breath, to dream. Am I following through? Or just chasing clouds?
What do you want Sarah? What do you want.
Live in the moment? Or live for the future? How can one do both?
Short term goals, long term goals, dreams, to do lists.
I want to celebrate life. I want to celebrate people.
I want that bliss I feel inside me to be seen through what I create.
How. What. When? Stop getting distracted.
Create. Slow down. Just be. Breath.
Breath.
Breath.
