You have a beautiful life

And I want to live
Crawling through the
Montage of images
Your eyes let you see
Bathe in the magic moments
You allow yourself to taste
So we can create our very own
Within
    Your
      Beautiful
        World.

What Might Have Been Lost

You're about to turn 28 years old and you realize your life is nothing like you had imagined it would be. You're living a thousand miles away from everyone you have ever known and all you thought you would become. You're on auto pilot, the human robot has taken over your soul. A solider of a different kind trudging full force on. 365 days in a year feels like a lie and you realize for 1095 days now you've been living this life. You're wondering where the past three years went and trying to figure out what to make of the idea that perhaps you blinked too fast and missed the lot. Will you be doing this for the next three? Can you? Your memory is a little fuzzy and the experiences you've had are slightly blurred but funnily enough this doesn't bother you at all. There's no time for worrying about things like that. 

You wake every day knowing everything but knowing nothing at all and while you find your cup on the night stand seems always half empty, your life is overwhelmingly full. And you became your own circus somewhere along the way, you’re the elephant, the clown, the acrobat, spinning in circles while the rest of them clap. A silent applause, a sea of liquid haze and ten thousand faces peering onto your stage. You’ll pack up your tricks and leave when it’s time to move on, carrying your empty suitcase and rabbitless hat. What is a life to live like that.

You’re about to turn 28 years old and you realize your life has changed in more ways than you could have ever known and you question for a moment what you really value at all. You’ve fallen into perpetual tread with a life and a world you’d prefer now to forget. Running a race in a speed above your pace with no real end in sight and you realize for a second how truly tired and lonely you are. You wonder when the last time was that you took a little breath? Paused to inhale a spot of unpolluted air… and you don’t have the slightest clue. You’ve been wandering blindly, mechanical step, repetitive left upon right and then left foot again. Wondering the whole time if what you’re doing and the path you chose was right. 

You wake every day wanting more than you have and more than what you own. More than who you know and more than where you’ll go. Your life is busy and cluttered with odd ends and frilly socks but you’re stuck still, waiting for something or someone else to come along and take you away. Once upon a time you dreamt, you wanted to see the world, and your innocent eyes had a ravenous taste for desire. You remember the cravings you had for life and lust and adventure. You longed for love and existed to nurture. Days and years roll by as you watch yourself from somewhere else, getting lost.. little mountain girl in sea of city lights. 

You’re about to turn 28 years old and just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, that your life is set and you’ll take what is thrown, you stumble upon your very own pot of gold and in an instant your entire life changes. Forever, for the better. And everything you thought leading up to this point doesn’t matter anymore. You’re alive, alight and ready for your next chapter. 

What might have been lost… well I’d rather not think about that now.