Your Bird

Remember when hope was a distant thought
Found in the corner of your brain?
It pushed you and it led you on
But only a wish, all the same

And it grew into a wild bird
With wings wide as the sky
The only thing you ever heard
Was how it couldn't die

But then one day a storm came on
Soon your bird came falling down
And darling, I think that you forgot
That bird could still lead you out

You've been hurting all this time
You just wish that it would end
But I've come to tell you with these rhymes
That your bird is back again

Ill

It is a terrible thing when your friend is sick. I just want to run over to her house and supply her with an abundance of soup, medicine, and hugs.
But no. I'm stuck in this house. I just sit here, wishing with all of my might that I can somehow give her my health and take her sickness. Because I know what it's like to be unwell.
You lay in your bed alone, tormented by the hurting stomach or sore throat, the very air of your bedroom feeling unclean with germs. Tissues scattered across the floor. You must stay there and miss many things, unable to enjoy the beautiful weather. I always end up trying to will myself back to health. And while your mother's company and care does help, you still ache for the people you cannot see.
Though I am not sick, I wind up doing the same thing when my friend is. I wander around the house, miserable, unable to see my poor friend. My life is going on pretty nicely, but I can't seem to enjoy it when she is in pain. So I sit here and will my dear friend back to health.
It is the same thing with a sick heart.

Digging Deeper

We are so aggravated that people will never speak about the things that really matter, but we're so scared to say all the things worth saying.

Just took a selfie.

Fact

Soundtrack music is truly an amazing thing.

Screen

"That's a train,

"Am I painting a picture that's in my brain?

"A train from the sky?

"Locomotive, my motives are insane."

(Taken from "Screen" by Twenty-One Pilots)

The Ones That Count

I'm learning more and more that while we introverts don't have an abundance of friends, the ones we do have really count.

A Sky Full of Stars

The cobblestone path beneath her feet traveled on and on through the vast fields. The vivid green grass blew in the strong wind, which also whipped her dark hair around her face. The distant sounds of thunder did anything but concern her. It was her, alone, in this infinite place. And she loved it.
She looked down.
Her bare feet carried her along, running with all the power and adrenaline of the birds flying in the air. The gray cobblestones were smooth, making the landing of each foot much softer than it seemed it should be. She ran on and on with limitless energy. She was alive.
She looked up.
The beautiful, dark blue clouds covered lots of the sky, tumbling over each other slowly. But when she gazed up ahead, she could see an even more beautiful sight. She could see a sky full of stars. They called her forward, pulling her heart in that direction. She was free.
She looked around her.
The raindrops fell around her, but they appeared to be in slow-motion. Time had nearly stopped, and the water fell on either side of her, in front, and behind. None of it hit her. She was invincible.
The grassy land went on forever. There was no skyline in sight, no other sign of life, except for that in the stars before her.
With each thump of her foot on the path, she drew nearer and nearer to the upcoming sky.
Her sky full of stars.

(Written while listening to "Sky Full of Stars," by Coldplay.)

Why a blog, you ask? Well, because my mind is filled with frivolous thoughts, and sometimes I need to keep them somewhere besides my head, which never seems to have enough space for everything inside of it. And sometimes I need to show someone all that happens in the space between my two ears. Sometimes, in this crazy world, I can't keep everything in my brain. Sometimes my heart kinda explodes. That's why a blog.
Now, not everything is going to make sense. But, since you're reading this, you obviously care somewhat. And I'm not doing this for the attention. If you ever thought that, you can go ahead and read the first paragraph over again, 'cause apparently you weren't reading carefully.
This will be fun.