Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."
“She was , you know, all the things I wasn’t.
And I was all the things she wasn’t.
She could paint circles around anyone; I can’t even draw a straight line.
She was never into sports; I’ve always been.”
He lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers.
“Her hand,” he said. “It fit mine."
I am loyal and constant in my love for travel,
as I have not always been loyal and constant in my other loves.
I feel about travel the way a happy new mother feels
about her impossible, colicky, restless newborn baby -
I just don’t care what it puts me through.
Because I adore it. Because it’s mine. Because it looks exactly like me.
It can barf all over me if it wants to - I just don’t care."
I am the longing. I am the unscratched surface of my potential. I am the first step waiting to be taken. I am the smirk that won’t wipe off my face. I am the unquenched thirst. I am the desire. I am the patience that is wearing thin. I am the end of the rope. I am the love unspoken for. I am the fear, but I am the courage. I am the uncharted waters. I am the waiting, the waiting, the waiting. I am the glass half full. I am the unspoken understanding. I am the butterfly effect.
I am the arms raised in victory, I am the hands holding my head in defeat. I am the moment of clarity. I am the double take. I am the words I scribble. I am the lips unkissed, my hands not held. I am the lyrics. I am the melody. I am the honesty, I am the loyalty. I am the wonder, the beautiful wonder. I am the late night talk. I am the sour and I am the sweet. I am the last blink before sleep. I am the first breath of the morning. I am the goosebumps, I am the sweat. I am the most romantic thing I’ve yet to do. I am the thoughts uncontrollable. I am the raised eyebrow. I am the teardrop tracing the contours of my face. I am the laughter, the uncensored laughter. I am the mistakes I’ve made, and the lessons I’ve learned.
I am the success. I am the failure. I am the ambition, I am the apathy. I am the opposites inside me. I am the trembling anticipation. I am the love I take. I am the compassion. I am the underestimation I receive. I am the focus I always lose. I am the memories. I am the stolen breath and the skipped heartbeat. I am the worry. I am the calm. I am the smile. I am the freedom, I am the dependence. I am the broken heart. I am the misplaced trust. I am the confidence, but I am the insecurity.
I am the faith. I am the logical next step. I am the places I’ve seen. I am the perfect guy for someone out there. I am the first hello with whoever she will be. I am the first kiss. I am the first fight. I am the shared dreams. I am the beating of my heart. I am the infinite space between today and tomorrow. I am the last straw. I am the confusion. I am the incompatibility. I am the comfortable silence. I am the wink. I am the thought in the back of my mind. I am the first star I wish on. I am the aching. I am the poetry I write. I am the uncertainty of who it is for. I am the relief, the sweet relief. I am the shadows across my face. I am the peace. I am the lack. I am the happiness I am surrounded by. I am the man I’m becoming. I am the boy I used to be. I am the whole, but I am the pieces. I am the pieces.”
-“I am” by Tyler Knott Gregson.
she’s great.
I am going to change. No more dwelling in the past. I am living for now and will be content with whatever comes my way. Life is an adventure, and I want to embrace it.
