Poetic People

Being poetic is a good thing.
Poetic people see the world completely different from others, we romanticize everything we see. A bird, a pretty chair, we could write a whole book about a ripple on water.

The way we see people is special. That woman walking past is studied, we notice how her skirt is blowing around and how she looks a bit upset. We then can go and write about what made her upset.

We see the world as a wonderful place, so many things to write about or look at. There are times where I go into hyper poetic mode. Everything is beautiful! Everything needs to be written about! Buuuut then I go and check facebook and nothing happens.

But that's okay, I love how I see the world.

A Letter To My Soul Buddy

Dear you. You know who you are. The most obvious reason for that is because I have stolen your blogging idea. I hope you don’t mind.

You are a very rare soul. You are genuine. Everything that comes out of your mouth is so sincere. (Except when you’re being sarcastic) You care about your friends and you have this ability to make people feel relaxed. You are the kind of person who I will talk to and walk away realizing I told you things I’ve never told anybody. And I’m okay with that.

Because you are also one of the few people I will tell secrets to. I feel like you just get me. As you said, we are soul buddies. We think in the same way and we are very similar. I haven’t even known you for a year, yet I feel like you are and will continue to be one of my closest friends. And in a way, I don’t think the age gap between us matters that much. We both have very old souls anyway.

We should spend more afternoons on my bed watching Psych while I pour my soul out to you. It’s nice to get to do that to a person and not my journal.

You are an amazing gift God has given to my family. You have no idea how happy you make my brother. He loves you so much. And you two have such a unique relationship. I really can’t help but be jealous sometimes, and I’m not alone. There’s a 5 year old knight waiting to whisk you away if the opportunity arises. So watch out.

I love you so much. That phrase is a bit overused, especially between you and my brother. But both of us mean it when we say it. I even love you when I’m sitting on a park swing next to you two and suffering through how stupidly mushy you are. I might not be as disgusted as I act sometimes.

Your hugs are amazing just so you know. I’ve told multiple people that when we hug each other it’s like a mini snuggle. Which sounds weird but it’s actually wonderful. And it never ceases to make me feel better. I have to tell you how much it means to me when you include me in conversations, or assure me that the things I’m frustrated with are valid, or let me use your makeup even though you have to get to your next debate round.

You are a lovely person. And I hope that you will continue to be in my life for a long time. So please don’t be afraid to help yourself to a cup of coffee and a salad from our fridge. And Please don’t stop being fantastic.

A New Start

While browsing through the internet looking for something to do I suddenly remembered "Hey, I wonder if that blog I had when I was nine is still up." To my horror I found it was. And it was full of very cringey, immature, weird stuff from past me. So I did what every person would do and deleted all the posts so hopefully no human will ever have to lay eyes upon it again. 

I thought I'd just delete the whole blog too but I thought "Well, you still like to write. Maybe someone might want to read it?" Now. I'd like to think someone might want to read my terribly written ramblings. But I'm pretty sure that's not true. But at the very least, if my house burns down in an alien attack at least some of my writing will still be where I can access it, 

So here we go. Let's write some more stuff.