out of this moment, out of shame, out of truth without proof, out of rage without reason, out of following blindly, out of trying to make sense of it all, out of pride... into the days ahead, into open doors, into spoken words and honesty, into holding on without holding back, into being held, into brokenness, into asking myself why, into giving an answer, into searching for something deeper, into opening my hands, into being free, into love, into life.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
What I Am.
I'm a thinker who feels that thinking is sometimes overrated; and one who always has to rethink what I'm feeling about my thoughts. I'm a dreamer who knows that the best dreams often come when I'm wide awake. I'm a lover who hates the broken cycle of love, yet cannot deny the reality of love—it's a mess, and we're bound to fall for it, get caught up in it, be broken by and taught by it, and in the end... restored by it. I'm a follower who leads quietly, unaware that I, myself, am being followed. I'm a listener who speaks only when silence seems to be the worst option; I only wish my mouth could more easily open in harmony with my heart. I'm an artist who can't help but capture, sing, dance, and write what's within my soul; though, it's more about processing life than performing live. In the end, I'm just a girl, a human being, a someone who is inhaling and exhaling every day thus far for reasons I'm not always sure of, yet am always thankful for.
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