Optimism I think we become pessimistic when we are no longer exhilerated by #life. When every moment no longer excites you, when every breath no longer fills you with energy and a will to be. I think optimism is the fact that we love #life and want to keep loving it, we are willing to look past the little problems because just existing is enough.

Something Out There I think we go somewhere when we die. Im not sure its Heaven or Hell or if there is even a judgement. But i know we do something, i feel it. We cant just be bunches of atoms surviving and then sinking into the soil. That would be pointless and this world offers so many points. There is love beyond the makings of the brain and fear way to big to explain and sadness and light and passion. If we are all just pieces of molecules then none of that matters and we are just matter. So i have concluded that something or someone is connecting the dots for us, matching us with our soulmate and driving us towards our passions and when your world feels upside down maybe its because it was just turned right side up. The point is, i dont think its God but its something and one day we will all find out what that is. #life doesnt end when we die, it simply switches stages. There is too much here to be nothing out there.

Make Me Make me pretty Make me a queen Make me better than the others So ill have reason to be mean Make me skinny Make me thin Make me tuck My stomach till i win Make me elegant Make me tall Make me a dress To wear at the ball Make me acceptable Make me perfect Make me clean This wasnt worth it Make me proud Make me happy Make me unfraid To pour sugar in my coffee Make me laugh Make me glow Make me independant I can do this alone Make me strong Make me tough Make me resilient When #life gets rough Make me compassionate Make me kind Make me a story I can find I make myself happy I make myself strong I make myself wonder How could i have gone so wrong

In The Dark There is so much to hear in silence and so much to see in the dark Because when all the secret things happen is when people dont think that they are Youll never hear someone say i love you Before their eyes blink it in morse code And youll never see someone cry in the day Just in the night when theyre alone So listen close when its quiet And look really good in the dark Because youll miss most of the happenings If youre too focused on where theres a spark

Hold Her Soul And she was beautiful, not in the way she looked. But in the way she was. Her being and her smile and the way the air around her sparkled. I just wanted to hold her soul in my hands, but it slipped through my fingertips everytime.