Tuesday, March 24, 2015

7,8,10,11,12,13,14,15,16

Why was 17 afraid of 7?

 I'll give you a hint.

It is not because 7,8,9.

It didn't.

Close.

17 was afraid of 7 because,
 7,8,10 and 11 and 12 and 13 and 14 and 15 and 16.

17 was afraid of 7 because 7,8 her friends.
17 was terrified because 17 knew she was next.


10.
10 wasn't afraid.
10 did not know 7.
10 was writing with a white crayon on a black sheet of paper.
10 remembers being able to snap out of it after she saw the fear in her teachers face.
10 asked her teacher for her black sheet back and  exchanged it for a pink and purple one instead. 
10 remembers it made her teacher much happier to hold the pink paper than it did to hold the black one.
10 felt better for a while after that.
maybe it was because 10's alarm clock radio was stuck on K-LOVE.
maybe it was because 10 didn't know she was the beginning of a massacre.  
but  7,8,10 

12.
12 always threw a curve ball during sunday school. she stumped teachers and designated class leaders.
12 had been taught by the last 2 years that 7 wasn't as scary with the closet light on and Jack Johnson as background music. 
12 thought she had real answers when the teacher just wanted her to say pray.
12 didn't know how real prayer is.
12 was searching for relief.
12 didn't know how to describe 7 but she recognized it.
12 didn't realize she needed help or how to get it.
12 was never great at facing reality.
but  7,8,10 and 11 and 12 and eventually 13.

14.
14 was somehow thinner than 13.
14 wore a mask to hide the black and white she began feeling 4 years ago.
14 didn't know 33 & 35 were trying to help.
14 was glazed over.
14 was momentarily saved by beautiful eyes and a parachute.
14 danced a little lighter that night and one more after that.
and 14 thought things got better from then on.
But 14 was still dammed because 7,8,10 and 11 and 12 and 13 and 14 too, 
exactly one month after she though she had been saved from 7.
Thats when it gobbled her up.

16.
16 freed her soul for a record amount of time. 
for nine months 16 lived.
16 was very afraid of 7
because 7,8 two 15's that summer.
but this time was different because 16 knew what street 7 lived on and what roads she needed to take to avoid 7.
16 and her heart began to swell with growth and love for a simple hope.
16 danced lighter than she ever had before.
16 loved a boy who would have saved her twice if she could have said the word.
but 16 knew 7 was a salesman and when 7 came knocking she did not want this boy to see the disaster 7 caused.
16 didn't know how to say no to the dark.
16 was so focused on the fear of that knock she forgot how to say yes to the light.
16 was free to choose and kicking him out to make room for 7 was the wrong choice. 
so one week later...
7,8, 16.

17.
17 was determined.
17 asked for help and even though the Promisers fingers were crossed, she's okay.
17 is more than okay because Gods love is strong and she's thinking she might be too because, 17 felt 7's breath in her ear and the chills it sent scurrying up her spine.
17 knew whose hand held her and she knew those fingers would never cross like the Promisers fingers did.
17 fought, but she never fought alone.
17 welcomed 18 
and 18 is so grateful she has one year between her and 7.

17 was afraid of 7.
but 18 is not.





Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Curious.

I keep the playlist you picked on repeat.

Repeat
Repeat
Repeat

And never skip a single song.

You sang to my favorite song.

You stumbled through the words. 

But.
You sang.
You sang.
You sang.

You asked me to sing.
and I did.

I Quietly sang along with you.

You clearly didn't hear me.


But I heard you.

I heard you.
I heard you.
I heard you.


I'm not saying we harmonized
or that we didn't.

But

I wanted it.

and that's what my soul seems to be waiting for.

Harmony and oneness and unity.

I never skip a single song,

Because.
Because.
Because.


I'm curious where your playlist will end.

Or if it's more like a pandora station.

I'm curious how much it costs a month to keep you playing.

I'm just curious.

I was just curious.

Curious.
Curious.
Curious.






Tuesday, March 3, 2015

4 me

This is for me because I recently discovered you're present in  everything I write and sometimes i'm not.

So, this time you're not.

Because, 
this ones for the miles i've come and the miles I'll go.

This ones for the insecurities that are 1/2 as heavy as they were last year.

 For the angel kisses on my nose that remind me i am loved by something bigger than high school.

This is for the 18 years my heart never took a break. 

 For every time I've fought back to full, and the times waxing crescent was all I could manage.

This is for the me i am and the me I've found more of these last two weeks than I ever have.

This is for my good ideas that didn't work out.

For the things I love about myself and those things i wish i could hide.
there still me no matter what i do,
 so this is for them.

This is for the facts i can't face and the dreams I wont erase.

For my soul that is always seven degrees warmer than i think.

This is for my five foot and ten inches height and the dirt under my nails.

For the me that imagines winning first place just once and the me who wishes on a star every night but never forgets to kneel to the hand which their light steams from.

This is for my veins that tend to be Southern California freeways.

For every candle i lit and each time i burnt myself in the process.


This is for the future i'm holding and past that i'm allowing to  shape me.

This is for my fingers and toes and the mountains they've reached together.

For me and my favorite purple shirt i lost last year.

This is for me because i've never written for me and maybe that just because i'm made up of other peoples influence and theories or maybe its a side effect from the mirrors never being clear enough to form a coherent thought over. 

but this is for me.
and even though, like always, you're still there.
its not for you this time.

It's for me. 



Sunday, March 1, 2015

I don't know what else to do.

The last few days a cloud of despair loomed.

And I'm not going to pretend it didn't, 

or that I'm the only one who felt it.

I'm not.

This week battles were fought.
Battles were lost.

And I'm not pretending any one of us walked away from those battles unscathed.

I'm sharing what makes me happy and I'm sorry if that makes you feel sad or mad.

But know I don't do it out of ignorance. 

 I'm not sweeping these last three days under the rug.


I just don't know what else to do.


 I'm  trying to remember the happy things that have walked the brim of hell with me.
 so that I can walk it again.

Because not matter how you view these past few days,

You felt it.

The hellish sorrow and pain.
Heavens arms around the breaking and broken.
If you haven't felt heavens arms yet,
I swear they're coming. 

I swear they are.

I'm sorry if you disagree with my method of coping.

But,
 I don't know what else to do.

 I know depression is real.

I know it's easier said than done.

Sometimes it simply can't be done.

But I want to be happy.
and maybe that selfish and rude of me.

I don't know what else to do,

but remember,

What makes me happy:


When I ride my horse bareback, I never have to tell him what to do. He just feels it.

Forgiveness.

I left my Tevas outside for three weeks and they didn't get stolen.

Smiling at strangers.

The fact that my hearts a blank canvas because I've never been in love.

My rhythm of breathing when I run.

When he says my name.. he says it like it's delicate and precious.

The smell of dirt after it rains.

French fries.

Temple work and Temple workers.

Seeing Aspen leaves change colors and watching Pine trees remain evergreen.

Mr. Darcy.


I have a clear view from my bedroom window of 2/8 peaks I've climbed.

My 8 year old hand prints on my driveway.

My older brothers smile.

The feeling of long grass beneath my bare feet. 

Cathedral windows and the stories they are able to portray in color when the light reaches them.

Change.

Helping people see their potential.



I'm sorry.

I don't know what else to do.
or feel.
or say.

I just want to be happy.

I swear I'll always remember Terik. and Bryce. and Devin. and Hunter. and Johnny. and all the others.

I'll remember them happy.

I'll remember them. 












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