I miss you

I try
to find you
in all the colors
of a sunrise
inside the whispers
of the wind
between the here
and now
as the silence
fills the ticking
of the clock
please just know
that wherever you are
I miss you
and I wish
that you
were still here

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The real you

Life can be a dramatic show at times, a stage full of actors, pretending to be someone they aren’t. Lights, camera, action. When the curtains raise we seem to always be searching for the right mask to hide behind. A fake smile to present to the world so everyone thinks we are okay, trying to be the perfect person society wants us to be. Perfection is only an illusion that tells you you are less than. It’s the false representation of life and yourself. None of us are perfect.

You are meant to walk the path that makes you feel whole. Whatever that path is in your eyes. You don’t need permission from anyone to be your true self. Do it unapologetically. Shatter those expectations of society. Plant the seeds within yourself and watch them bloom into something that is so beautiful and has always been so beautiful. Your true authentic self.

I want the real, honest and raw YOU. The one that is perfectly imperfect. The one with scars, pain, darkness, struggles, happiness, sadness, hopes and dreams. That’s the YOU I want. The real you.

Let go and dance before the song is over.