You may never know I that I breathe. You may never know I’m alive. You may never know I exist. But I want to thank you for crossing my path. I want to thank you for your being. Your simple presence has shaped me, changed me in some way. Even if we just brushed passed each other as strangers, your light shone on mine, only making both of our spirits brighter. So as I watch your shine glow dimmer as you go your way, you will become a nebula in my universe; a star in my galaxy, a mystery in my enigma, a piece in my puzzle, and a beat in my heart.
I remember the heartache. The absence of your warmth. The long hours where it felt like I was falling endlessly into an abyss of darkness. Of nothing, null and numbness. The desperation to have some exposure to you, even the most miniscule. I know what you are going through right now. Maybe not in every which way, but I remember when half my heart was not beating in my chest. When I could not eat, sleep, or think. I suppose I am just blessed that the person bypassed themselves back in. I know things will get better for you, whether it is according to plan or not. So don’t let go of that happiness you are striving for. One day you will realize that the happiness you hope for so badly, has been with you the entire way.
I want to be a pioneer of life, not a prisoner of it. We are a work of art. We learn to read and to write on paper in order to go school to earn some paper so we can go to to work. We really are something, aren’t we? But I don’t want to be stuck in this endless cycle. I refuse. Life is about discovery. Life is about love. Life is about being alive. Why would you want to be stuck not enjoying what you are doing, when you could be free doing what you love? I want to be free in what I love. I want to get lost in what I love. And I am convinced that whatever or wherever that may be, I will find myself there.