Chasing Brooklyn

My reflection tells one story. My heart, a different one. The difference is, hearts don't lie. Mirrors do.

The beautiful thing is, music can be like a time machine. One song- the lyrics, the melody, the mood- can take you back to a moment in time like nothing else can.

Life is so freaking hard. How do people do it? How do people get up every day and deal with the shit? It really makes you understand why there are so many messed-up people in the world. I mean, it's tough, trying to deal with demands coming at you from all sides.

She trusted him. She had faith in him. And he left her forever. Something tells me she's not forgetting that anytime soon.

Aren’t the scariest things in life Those things you can’t see?

Another long run, hoping to put distance between me and everything else. The farther, the better. Only problem is, the distance is just temporary, because no matter how far I go, I always have to come back.

How many days was I like that? Pretending to listen, but not hearing a word? Pretending to care when I hated it all? Pretending to live when I was dying inside?

You more than anyone should be in my dreams.

Right and wrong Black and white And many shades Of gray I want color in my life Color in my dreams.

Best friends are together through it all. Like soil & roots. One needing the other through chilling winters, scorching summers, through hailstorms & lightning Strikes. They weather it together.

Motion is always preferable to stagnation. When you move, things happen. You’re alive Stay still too long, And it´s hard to get moving again.

If you consistently say thanks, being grateful is easy.

Thank you for a lullaby last night. Thank you for the boy who sang it.

I'm in a castle standing in a tower, looking down through a window at the beautiful garden, the sun setting in the distance. The beauty in the moment brings tears to my eyes. Sky blue pink, the backdrop for roses in ever color blooming in the garden.

My heart breaks. Also not the first time. I long to go after him. To find him and hold him and kiss him in the loveliest of gardens.

Those were the days when dreams were sweet and life was sweeter still.

Sometimes life is a feast with eggs Benedict & hollandaise sauce, waffles & strawberries, sausage links & hashed brown potatoes. And sometimes life is scrambled eggs. In the end, your stomach gets full all the same. And years from now, you may not remember exactly what you ate.

We don't talk. We just swing. There is comfort in the act of swinging. True, unexpected comfort.

I write a note and tape it to my window-- I'M NOT A DETECTIVE. BE SPECIFIC!

I'd reply, love doesn't tell time. Love is simply there or it isn't. Everyday, in every way, it was there.

Running doesn't just make me happy. Running keeps me alive. When I'm running-the blood pumping through my veins, the tunes playing in my ears, the muscles tightening on the inclines- the problems of the world disappear. It's just me, the sidewalk, and God.

I don't know if boys are intimidated by her or afraid of her or what, but I know her heart is open and ready for a special guy to walk in.

I'll wait for you at the finish line.

I tell myself it will protect me. He will protect me.

She taught me to slow down. To look up and enjoy the view. To not worry so much about the end result that I end up missing things along the way.

In the quiet of the night, Brooklyn baby tucked in tight. Close your eyes, everything's all right. Dreams will take you to the light. Like a star, you're lovely and bright. So sleep baby girl, sleep all night.

I know. You can be fine, and then, out of nowhere, a memory blindsides you.

And years from now, you may not remember exactly what you ate. But you’ll remember who you ate with.

And what I think is that when you’re completely alone and deep inside yourself with feelings no one else can understand, there really aren’t a hundred places to go. It’s like if I woke up one day and looked outside and saw purple trees and red grass and green dogs, is there anyone I could tell who would understand? No. There’d be no one. It’s exactly like that. He saw purple trees and red grass and green dogs while no one else did. And maybe, he just got tired of seeing them.