The Start Of A Moment.

It’s the start of a good thing, the start of a love song, the start of a moment meant to last. Because after tonight the stars will dance a little different, and the waves will kiss a little softer and the sun will beam a little brighter. We’ll share yesterday’s that will change our tomorrow’s. We’ll tell secrets we can’t take back, make memories we can’t forget. Our pasts will be that time, or I remember when. They won’t be right now because right now is us and right now is perfect.

A Stand Still Escape.

You have no where to be except the depths of your dreams.
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It’s the time of night when your phone doesn’t ring and there’s nothing on TV. The food tastes better, the drinks are colder and the hours move slower. The world goes to sleep, while you come alive.

You have no where to be except the depths of your dreams and they’ll wait, because you’ve found a sense of calm while awake and for once, everything seems perfect, and flawless, and silenced of all wrong. It’s a stand still escape. A sight for tired eyes.

Clouds Beneath My Feet.

So you’ll leave because you can’t stand
breaking my heart like the ones who stay.
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You’ll bite your lip and smile, muttering “that’s my girl”, beneath the rasp of your voice. You’ll text me until I fall asleep, figuring out the sticks and stones I’m made of.

I’ll start to fill with hopeless emotions, making breakfast in the comfort of your big, flannel shirt. I’ll show up with a naked face and send careless texts of the pizza I ate for lunch.

I’ll take steps towards you with clouds beneath my feet.

To be with a girl that’s comfortable is to be standing at the edge of a cliff, having the power to push her off with the mere air in your words. Some guys will let her climb down while the ones free of guilt will push her, with no intention of being at the bottom.

And so, you’ll leave, because you can’t stand breaking my heart like the ones who stay.

You’ll Deprive The World.

Sometimes life is about the lives you’re saving,
when you don’t even think you can save your own. youngandtwenty.com

Don’t ever let your life end short or you’ll deprive the world of everything you have to offer.

You won’t be there to hold the door open for the fragile lady, overwhelmed with groceries. You won’t be there to smile across the subway to someone suffering Monday morning blues. You won’t tell your co worker a joke you heard on the radio, or send a contagious laugh through the coffee shop line.

Cause them tears from a punch line, not from their loss. Give them smiles for your future, not from your memories. Give them a hug to hold onto, not to remember.

We’re all given the same power to make a difference, to give our life purpose. We’re all able to make good from the bad and turn a life we can’t stand, into a life worth standing for.

So, every time you feel misplaced, and lost in a world where you don’t belong, remember sometimes life is about the lives you’re saving, when you don’t even think you can save your own.

Staying Inspired.

For many reasons, I am fortunate to have found blogging .One reason being the amazing, like-minded people, I get to meet. A few weeks ago I received an email from an incredibly talented women
– Evi – a.k.a. Echo Ink
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Evi told me how she can relate to my writing and with that, she reminded me that we are all on different, yet such similar journeys. We are all searching for our purpose and the ability to find out who we truly are. We are all desperate to find a way to cope. A way to find a moment of silence when our thoughts are too loud. 

I found my peace with writing – as has Evi – although I believe her true happiness is found within the creases and folds of her beautiful art. I couldn’t thank Evi more for sharing her work with me. As soon as I received her package, I had to find out more!

Upon questioning, Evi told me that the paper she uses comes from various books and magazines that she has left over from her undergrad program. She has found a powerful sense of pride in turning something so demanding from her past, into something she is proud of today.

The love shows in her work.

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I am truly honoured to have been able to come across Evi’s strength and kindness. She illustrates the road I hope I’m on, as she is a voice of encouragement for all ‘twenty-something’s’. I look forward to building a friendship and hearing more of her story.

Please take the time to visit Evi’s Blog and Etsy Shop!

The Wish for One More Chance.

You continue to look his way. You disregard the eyes of affection,
the genuine people who come up. The ones who can rewrite your pain.
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 Heartbreak is the sorrow of a lonely bird. The crumbling of an expired cake. The nostalgia of a top-40 song. It’s the disbelief, the regret, the wish for once more chance. It’s the unchangeable mind that this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.

But how many times can you let the same person defeat you? You sacrifice your self-worth because you settle, and you accept. You continue to look his way. You disregard the eyes of affection, the genuine people who come up. The ones who can rewrite your pain.

They’re begging for your time and attention like you’re begging for his.