I believe life is about finding adventure.
About getting lost.
And using that to find yourself.
But sometimes that isn't what life is about.
And if that seems to not make sense, that's because it doesn't.
My adventure was finding home.
And home was simply in her arms.
Getting lost to find my self was no more than getting lost in her eyes.
And I couldn't imagine it any other way because finding myself in her eyes and finding home in her arms are what brought me purpose when I felt I had none.
When she grabs my hand we become fireworks.
When she kisses me we are the most magnificent supernova.
And we are one.
Forever and always.
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Wishful Thinking// Poems Age 14-16
PoetryThese are my thoughts. This is my mind. It's gross and messy, but it is what I have. Maybe you will read these and relate to them. Maybe some of these were written for people. Maybe I should just stop here because it's sort of difficult to describe...
