There Are Questions In My Head

Somehow, when you look at me, I feel like I can do anything.
I don't know why you look at me like that;
like you believe in me.
You barely know me.
You tell me to speak up and let the world know my thoughts.
(Okay, so maybe it was just a class room,
But it feels like the world sometimes),
And you make me feel like what I say has value to it.
But again,
you barely know me.
So, how are you so sure?
How are you sure it's of worth?
Why do you believe in me when I can't believe in myself?

Blueberries

blueberry pancakes
purple fingers
sizzzzle bacon sizzzzzle
coffee
hint of caramel
deathly hallows
here lies dobby
my two favorite men:
ben
and
jerry
hercules
don't you mean hunkules?
disney animated shorts
paper airplanes
venn diagrams
current event poll
group project presentation
relief
homework
house of seven gables
book
mystery
daylight flooding my bones
tall person
oh,
so,
tall
acting like a hero
above
us
all

He and She

She grew daisies out of her hand,
He flew airplanes but never learned how to land.
She was a rockstar without a band,
He promised her the ocean's shore but forgot the sand.

Tell me is this a dream or a nightmare?
I told you the truth was right but I never said it was fair.

If all hearts were made out of chocolate...

They'd all melt.
Thank goodness they are made of veins and muscles.
Tougher material,
Which wins all card hands that are dealt.

Dear Friend

Dear Friend,

I don't know if you're there. If you're reading this. If you're listening to the words I try to speak to you through my writing. Sometimes I feel like I'm writing to the air. I really want to make words count. I want them to mean something. I want them to inspire. I don't know if that will happen. I don't know if the future holds a place for me to share life with you in book form. I don't know whether my dreams will come true or if I'll fall short. But I do know life has its ups and downs and right now I am feeling the downs. And sometimes the downs come out of nowhere. But right now I feel like no one is listening and I feel alone with my mind, That's why I'd really appreciate it if someone could let me know they hear, they experience that too sometimes and that it'll be okay. But I guess in the end, I already know that. Because my dearest friend of all holds the universe in His hands and my future too. So it'll be okay. But sometimes it's nice to hear it out of human's lips or words. So, I guess that's why I'm writing to you friend. I'm not Charlie, but when Charlie wrote to his dear friend, I felt like I should do the same. And if you don't get the reference, I am sorry.

Love,
Sophie

Welcome to New York

I really want to feel the enchantment of N.Y.C.
Maybe someday?
Maybe someday...

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