I open all the doors I can
Visiting rooms, but not staying long
Nothing feels permanent in this place
Nothing lasts forever
I knock for opportunities
But then I’m afraid to knock at all
What if I choose the wrong door?
It’s easier to wander, to never settle.
I keep daydreaming about the distance
I want the chance to hold your hand
To make promises as high as the moon
Naïve enough to believe I can keep them
I want work that I can’t have
I want things to be easier
I’m tired of banging on doors that won’t open
I picture paradise, and it cripples me.
You are a firecracker
A flame or a lightning bug
There is a light and warmth inside of you
You ignite the world; you matter.
Keep your head up, darling
Believe that you can fly
You can touch the clouds
And have your fingertips covered with stardust
Your dreams make you magical
Your courage makes you strong
Your love gives you purpose
And your light helps the world to heal.
Photo taken from Pixabay.com
I hope you always have ice cream dreams
With kisses as sweet as caramel
And moments as delightful as marshmallows
May your worries be as light as whipped cream
Like a cherry on top, I hope your wishes come true
Like rainbow sprinkles, filled with joy and color
May you always have love like extra hot fudge
And an extra scoop of bliss in your favorite flavor.
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
The suburbs are painstakingly lonely when you’re not in school anymore. There’s not much to do and finding a sense of community is nearly impossible. Most things you’d do to meet people aren’t very accessible, whether it’s trying to find a place a volunteer (that’s mostly been a dead end for me), going to events (there’s only so many you can go to), or the most laughable of all, trying to find a local job. It seems all I can really do is count down the days until I can afford to leave. I’m fine with the fact that building a career takes time. But if I’d known I would feel this stuck, I would have gotten more work experience when I was still in college. I’d certainly be further along by now. The only benefit to having alone time is that I can get plenty of writing done.