Dear Kimberly
Just a letter to myself
Lay on your back and watch the clouds drift by.
What I would give to go back…go back to those lazy childhood summers where the world stood still for hours as I cleared my head. Lying in the sticky grass, letting the beams of sunlight that trickled through the trees kiss my fair skin.
Running around the cool nights, holding hands with the first boy I loved in a rush to grow up. Silly girl… so silly.
One thing I have never let go was the beauty in being lost. I like to think I am forever unfound, don’t even bother trying.
What do we have now? Your rules… your personal expectations? Where have those got you in this world? How long before you let go and just feel?
Perhaps trust is the greatest inner conviction. So easily the responsibilities of our outcomes are delegated to faith…faith that everything is predetermined any way. We just have the fun, lifelong task of doing everything we can to derail destiny.
We are destruction. I love it.
Let’s break it… Let’s tear it apart so we can try to fix it.
Doubt everything and hope to be proven wrong.
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