Rage.

If you were the ocean and I were the breeze, I'd make the waves roar to the depths of your seas.
And if you flowed into the rivers, far away from me, I'd make the birds stop soaring 'till the end of the spring
But I'm not the water and you're not the wind, I'm just a child so far from her wish.
Water and wind don't always go so well together, we've always known we were different colors, until we faded into each other.
Now we're one and the mystery is gone, I'll blow away and the oceans will rage. I will sing a song in a different key, and you'll sink into the depths of your seas.

Waves.

Doodles

Don't ya know?

"Don't ya know that girls like me like boys like you?

But there's no other girl like me and there's no other boy like you."

I love imagining what people may be thinking when they give a smirk.
One of my favorite photographs of last summer. I look at it and distinctly remember smiling this very smile. I don't love it because of my pose, or because the lighting is anything to ride home about, I just love it because it makes me remember that very moment when I flashed a smile that was so genuine, and it was captured. 

Our hearts all beat the same.

7 billion people and counting.
We are only two.
We are different:

She is little, I am big.
She lives here, I live there.
She rides on the back of a motorcycle, I use a car.

We're all so different, but our hearts all beat the same.

Our Corner of the Universe

I used to lay in the surf as the waves would roar onto my face.
I used dance in the rain as the down-poor created the rhythm to move.
I have always loved water, thus, these remedies have not changed.

This past Spring, I went on a trip to Belize through my school. Months of preparation, hours of classes, pool training, I was finally ready to get my scuba certification. I was excited, mostly for bragging rights of saying that I was licensed to take an oxygen tank 60 feet under water and breathe with ease. Even as I soared through the the tropical waters of the Caribbean, it didn't hit me until I was sitting at the bottom of the ocean, following my bubbles to the surface.

There is so much world.

30% of this world is land.

70% is water.

I loved scuba diving; however, at the time, I wasn't really sure why I found it to be so fascinating. Though I loved gliding through the waves with the vast amount of fish, and even with a larger than life sea-turtle, that is not what sparked my passion when thinking of my under-the-sea adventure.

30% land.
That leaves 70% of this world, that would otherwise go unnoticed.

What do I really love about scuba-diving, I mean what do I really, REALLY love about it?

I love the fact that I am free to the rest of the world.
That instead of the .0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% of the universe I live in, I am open, and free, to discover the rest of the world.

I tend to forget that the world isn't confined to what we know.

The Battle Between the Heart and Mind

My heart's a thousand places at once but it's only chasing you cause it knows you're the one I love.
And don't you know it can't just stop, it goes on it's own way and makes me feel so lost.
My heart's got a mind of it's own, it doesn't love easy or like letting go.
It take a while for it It to feel at home, but when it found you my heart knew it wasn't alone.
There's a passion that I will not contain. I know I'm insane and I know I'm to blame, but you can't blame me when my heart ignores my brain.
My heart's not cliche it's one of a kind, but the person I love won't give it any time.
I ask for wisdom, a word of advice, but when people talk they talk from their mind, they don't hear their heart's or listen to mine cry.
Maybe a heart doesn't represent love, because heart's do strange things and ignore what is right.
I'm not ready to forget, but just for my heart it's time to get this burden off my chest.
I'm in love and I'm alone, I will risk it all, I've put my heart on the line.