Wednesday

I spent the weekend in the most intriguing city,
I would rather have made it a week, or a month.

It felt incomplete.

The world is made up of tiny pockets in tiny places where tiny people go about their tiny things
and not one realises how much bigger we could be.

You know the feeling.
The one that makes you look in every mirror,
in every reflective object you pass,
searching for that elusive thing you feel is missing, but can never pin point.

It's what we've been missing all our lives but have never known.

The glory we were created for.

The beauty that is abundant in all of us, but is hidden away because it's too real, too truthful, too risky.
It takes courage to be assured in oneself when the cool thing is low self-esteem.

It also takes courage to love when the easiest option is hate.
It takes courage to stand up against a world of injustice and greed.
It takes courage to stand for what you believe in.
It takes courage not to make compromises on what you stand for.

I hope I can find that courage within me.

I can't live, I cannot breathe, unless you do this with me.