one in a billion

11:11 i wished for you

(had you wished for her?)

I wished you would at least look at me the next day

That i would get butterflies in my stomach, no matter how much that cliche hurt me

I prayed for you at the 11:00 bell

my chances with you probably lessened

because who prays to a god they don't believe in?

I chatted with you online,

I was abnormally happy,

but only for a second,

because then you weren't there

I chat with you in person

In the hall

Where we are

Just friends

but thats fine with me

I get to be with you

and thats all I need

11:11 I wished for you

but in reality

the odds of that coming true

are still

one in a billion

someone said

it used to be
when we were little
that we would strive for perfection
everything could and would be perfect
the fairy tale endings always came true

then
one day
something wasn't perfect
something in our lives was messed up
and for the first time
we didnt know what to do

so someone told us
practice makes perfect
so we practiced
over
and
over
trying as hard as we could to reach that perfection
to have a perfect life

then someone told us
no one is perfect

so we stopped
why bother?

and we let go of expecting perfection
we hold on to the rare perfect moments
and are okay with reaching mediocure life
we are okay with pain
because nothing is perfect anymore
and
thats
not
fair


but as someone once said




lifes not fair

welcome to reality

flight number 666

let me help you with your dreamland baggage

that won't be necessary on our flight

please

take a seat

reality should crash any second now

"just a small town girl

living in a lonley world

she took the midnight train

going anywhere"

welcome to summer

today is the day you remember how to breathe. there is an ocean of thoughts, nightmares, and gray days; so cross it find yourself on sandy shores and midnight blue skies count the stars and breathe in dreams of sunshine. wake up late with the dreams still lingering in your heart, dreams like promises and dragonfly kisses, candlelight that won’t fade. play on imagination like a piano, words flowing like soft melodies, painting pictures of meadows under soft skies and the smiles of kids on playgrounds; hop-scotch and held hands and snowball fights. breathe in moonlight for a change; dance with your heart wide open and unafraid. pretend fireflies are stars, and find constellations in them, fall asleep with a song in your heart waiting to be heard. light happiness like a match and let it keep you warm, like a blanket, and let hope be the pillow you rest your head on. realize life has no patterns, no lines. make your own pattern, your own kaleidoscope of rainbow thoughts and hopes. paint your name on the rocks of time and know this is immortality. breathe in the dust of hope and realize that the dark is just as beautiful as the night, and when you wake up, the nightmares will be gone. realize that sometimes, silence is both the question and the answer, and sometimes the most relaxing thing is the sound of your own breathing, and yes, you’ll be okay. today is the day you remember how to breathe, and for once, life is worth living.

welcome to summer

silence

I stood barefoot on the grass of my front yard and looked up above while contemplating the mysteries of life. It was that night when I discovered that silence can also sometimes be an answer.

promises

A girl sits against a corner, and sings herself to sleep wrapped around in promises no one seems to keep