Her hair shown like amber sparkling in the sunlight, her face upturned as if to try and catch the last few rays before it set. Her smile was serene and girlish despite being on the verge of her 18th birthday. She giggled in excitement, dancing with the fall leaves as the breeze playfully swirled them into the air before they gently floated down only to be flung back up again to follow some unheard melody. As she neared the end of the cobbled path, she sighed, looking up at the old cottage that had been her home since she was a young girl. She pushed open the large wooded gate that connected the iron laced fence that surrounded the place. As she closed the iron latch, she wondered as she often did why the fence was even necessary.

Stardust and Magic

You are stardust and a warm sunny day. You are an enchanted forest. Mysterious and beautiful, but those who cross you better be wary. For you are also dangerous and cunning. You are a solar eclipse. Full of darkness and magic, yet you shine impossibly bright. Never forget that you, my dear, are magic.

Sunlight and roses

Sunlight and roses, some moonlit stolen kisses, stardust souls entwined

My Dad

One of the most important things my Dad has taught me is that a person’s value is not determined by the mistakes they have made and the battles they have lost. Everyone needs help sometimes and that does not diminish their value. Love does not have to be earned. He showed me that I am loved unconditionally and I do not have to fight to earn it. Everyone deserves that and so many are not as lucky. My Dad died fighting his battle and I know he fought his hardest every day. He loved and felt everything so deeply and the demons were just too much for him to overcome in the end. He spent his life helping anyone in need no matter how hard he was struggling and it deeply saddens me that he will never realize how much of an impact he truly had on so many lives. It was shared with me that his final act on this earth before driving home from work was one of selflessness. He gave his boss a few mountain dews and told him to have a good night. This was pretty typical behavior for my Dad. He was always willing to help anyone that needed it whether or not he was struggling himself. He never knew just how much he was loved and that he was enough. I am so thankful for everyone that saw what I do in him. Everyone who also knew what a good man he was and never treated him as a burden or inconvenience. I love and miss you Dad.

The value of a human soul

There is no price tag that could be put on the human soul. We come into this world screaming and fighting to survive. No one chooses to be born. We do our best everyday with whatever resources we are given. We experience so much pressure to be perfect that we let ourselves be pushed down and crammed into the one size fits all box that society has built for us. No one is perfect. No one is without faults and that is okay. It is okay to need help. We are not meant to do this all on our own. Our worth is not determined by how useful we are to society. Our worth is determined on how we treat others and the effort we make to love one another. Everyone deserves to be loved and valued for who they are and treated with respect. Every person on this earth is important. No one deserves to feel like they are of less value because of who they love, what they look like or where they are from. No one should be judged and have to live their lives in fear for things they have no control over. The way society treats people that refuse to conform disgusts me. Every person deserves to feel safe and loved. Every day should not be a struggle to survive. There is one main message that echoes through every religion. Do no harm. It’s as simple as that. Treat people with kindness and empathy. Every person should be free and feel comfortable in their own bodies. A woman should not be forced to give birth. Even the dead can not have lifesaving organs taken from them without consent so why should a woman have any less rights to their own living breathing body. No one should have to worry if they can afford the treatments they need to not be in pain everyday and survive. There shouldn’t be a price tag on basic necessities. That should be a human right. Putting a pricetag on a person’s safety and well-being is just plain selfish and disrespectful. No one should ever put a price tag on the human soul and fuck anyone that tries.

Him

He was like a ray of light breaking through even the darkest shadows of her soul. She nuzzled closer into his chest and took a deep breath. His cologne smelled like home. She hoped it would be like this forever. When she looked up and his eyes met hers. He gently placed a hand on her cheek and bowed his head meeting her all ready slightly parted lips. In that moment everything was still except for the steady drumming of two hearts beating as one.

How she longed for the gentle carress of twilight and for the stubborn moon to sweep her off her feet

Time

Time is a construct of man i refuse to abide, I instead follow the wind the sand and the tide. Sauntering through life on but a memory, whisked between moments ecstatic levity.

Memories

Even the sharpest of memories soften with age. You forget the sting of a threat and replace it with the happy smirk he gets when he’s being sweet. You reminisce about cuddles and love and the fighting slips your mind. There’s good and bad but what you mustn’t forget is that you left for a reason. There was heartbreak and tears. You don’t go back to what was broken. You move forward and find better for yourself because you are worth it. Memories soften but you must not.

Perfume and Mischief

She smelled of perfume and mischief

Her hair a golden sunset

Her smile but a smirk caressing her face

A queen in her own right