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.