I've come this far.

Sometimes I wake up sad. Sometimes I can't sleep, I'm so elated.

Sometimes my clothes match. Sometimes they don't. Sometimes my shoes are really beat up, but sometimes they're really nice. But they usually aren't. 

I'm clumsy. My knees are always covered in bruises. I break a lot of things. I lose a lot of things. I'm incredibly forgetful. I laugh at just about everything. A lot of people would probably call me naive. But I wouldn't.
 

I guess you could say my life's a mess, but it's kind of pretty that way. 

Believe me when I tell you that this world is all ours.

I've tossed countless pebbles into this vast unknown simply to see the water gently ripple.

And every time I do, I realize how infinitely amazing it all is.


Love,
B.

I've Broken Windows To Places Like These.

Just to get inside.

But I find that it's always such a mess.



Love,
B.

A Place of Our Own.

We are young.

We threw all caution into the wind just like our empty bottles, listening to the glass shatter as we carelessly tossed them into the nothingness. With it I threw away all my disappointments and fears, if not just for a moment. Huddled together in the dark, the smoke from our cigarettes gently entertwining then fading into the atmosphere, this is where exactly I wanted to be at that very moment even though I never expected it. All our plans fell through, but it was just you and I, you and I. And I wouldn't have it any other way. We are young, we are reckless, we are invincible. Mortality is nothing, loving is living, living is loving.


We're so delicate yet completely invincible. We are young. 

And as long as we hold onto that, we'll never fade away.




Love,
B.

And Before You Knew Me, I Was Dust.

I was like a sun-bleached ribcage,
and there was nothing I could do about it.

Lord knows I've come quite a way since then, but it terrified me just how far I fell. I hope I never wear that thin again.

I just wish I could depend on myself.


Love,
B.

I am here.

And as long as I am here, you will not be alone.

Living through these late nights,
This is worth breaking windows for
As I try not to forget how to write
Through the course of an endless Summer.

It'd seem so pointless,
Yet it's perfectly imperfect.
It'd seem so difficult,
Yet it's beautifully effortless.

And I see that it's worth breaking windows for.
Yes, loving you is worth breaking windows for.



Love,
B.