Fingerprints

My conclusion is this.. that every person you encounter in life leaves a finger print on your heart.

Acquaintances, co workers, family, friends, lovers. Some are faint, but some leave deep imprints. Not determined by length of relationship but force of impact.

Engraved signatures on our soul, each fingerprint a passageway to the memories, emotions, and lessons that make up who we are

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What if..

Scrubbing my skin till it turns raw, the ink I can’t remove

What if…

What if we were all covered in tattoos? But not the normal, instead you’re tattooed with the thoughts of yourself.

What if they were daily printed on your pure untainted skin. Each morning we wake up fresh and clean until our mind begins to turn.

We become Graffiti’d with the thoughts of ourselves. Beautiful and ugly, brutally honest. We'd be covered from head to toe. Dipped in words for the whole world to see.

What if people read the fleshly scroll that rolled down your body “unworthy” “Ashamed” “Confident” “Indecisive” “Love” “Defeat” “exhausted” “Beautiful” “Happy” “Concerned” “Joy” “Excited” “Cheater” “Honest”..

Would the way you think of yourself change? Or are our minds predestined to judge ourselves?

The true definition of beauty would be revealed on our stained bodies. Those who know they are beautiful would be, it would be reflected on their outside.

But the ugliness of our insecurities would clothe most of us. Like a child too ignorant to see the false identity we see ourselves as.

What if you couldn't hide in the 3 anatomical layers of blanketed skin? What if flesh didn’t matter, no makeup, plastic surgery, workouts, brand names or money could cover how you define yourself.

Would you let the open mic on your skin sink you further into insecurity, or would you use that open mic to inspire yourself to paint a canvas you are proud of?

 Would you see the beauty of individuality? Or will you compare your tattooed art to others?

Will your thoughts support unique? Or will you struggle in a boxing match to take ownership of your identity?

We are not all cut of the same puzzle piece design, or the big picture would never be fully put together.

We each have our own place to fit. If one piece loses their way or tries to be something it’s not, there will be a hole in the puzzle, never to be finished.

What if your thoughts were daily tattooed on your skin, would you let it defeat you? Or would you let it become discovered beauty that would have otherwise gone unseen.

Will you see people for who they are and find beauty in individuality or will your insecurities and ugly thoughts daily be revealed?

What if we were all covered in tattoos with the thoughts of ourselves.

What if… 

Innocence and Ignorance

Life: A battle between ignorance and innocence

A backwards whisper into human souls, a misconception society has flipped

That innocence is ignorance, a trait for fools

They blind you with ignorance to rob you of your innocence

But they can’t rob without a fight, the choice is yours

Take the blindfold off and a black and white world will glow with color

Reality is found in the value of keeping a sense of innocence and allowing the loss of ignorance

A reality of pureness and wisdom, not blind and foolish

Life: A battle between ignorance and innocence

Are you still wearing the blindfold?

Thoughts

Do the work society forgets 

Speak for those who can't

Love for those who won't

Actually scratch that.. yes continue the words above but go even further
Make society remember what it ignores
Help the voiceless find their own voice
And for those who won't love,
don't only love for them but show them love until they will love on their own.

Fountain of Youth

As we grow older its like our ability to dream and live in the moment swirls down the sink of time.

Manufactured by society, this urgency to find a fountain of youth

You see her face? Yes her, She thinks she’s found it

But if you were to play in her fountain you would be frolicking in a flow of botox, silicone, cash, products and wasted days.

She doesn’t realize that while searching for the fountain of youth she is missing out on the youthfulness she has. Losing her life by chasing her death.

She doesn’t understand that the wrinkles she gets rid of were pressed on by early morning laughter at her husband’s bedside, wrinkles that remind her when love is present, time knows no limit

The lifting and tucking, sucking and sticking to her body are like erasers of determination and hard work, memory chasers of her younger body to replace the beautiful body grown from selflessness and years of being a mommy

All clean and tight, curved just right.. she doesn’t realize this fountain of youth didn’t give her time back

Instead, it erased all of the memories she let pass by while trying to find something  she thought would allow her to hold onto them longer

She barely sees the images in her peripherals as she’s ironically distracted trying to save them

If only you could see.. the money you trade for beauty isn’t cash, you’re paying with time.

Sand of your hourglass falls through your hand everytime you give them money

The beautiful you define is a fraud, someone rewrote what you were initially intended to know as beauty.

You've shackled yourself to the future by chasing your past, allow yourself to break free 

Don’t let it slip through your fingers, play in the sand, enjoy all of the life you have left. Treasure the wrinkles and grey hairs as proof that you did.

Because, one day your fountain will run dry and you’ll realize you missed out on today and tomorrow by trying to get yesterday back.

We all get caught up in the chase for the fountain of youth, it’s hard not too. Just don’t get consumed or you too will end up with a timed out hour glass sooner than you think 

Live in the Moments that are present, your past will have fewer regrets

In My Father's Arms

In your arms I like to cry, the safest place I run to

Running to you through time, until I collide in your arms always as your little girl

Hold me close with an embrace of peace and rest

My place of surrender, where tears write the story on my cheeks like a journal and the words wrap onto your shirt, a puddled, unedited mess

The feeling of release from holding my breath too long

In your arms I breathe

In your arms I write

In your arms I cry

Where I find peace

In my Father’s arms. 

The Moment You Fall In Love

I’m reaching for love, unashamed and outstretched, my heart’s  hand is waiting 

And someone’s heart has reached out and grabbed it.. unknowingly, our fingers intertwined and interlocked 

All I've wanted is to be loved. But what do you do when you can’t love the person who vulnerably loves you back? 

Every fiber in you longs just for what they've given you, and all you want is to feel the same for them but you can’t. And you don’t know why.. there’s no logic, no sense, no understanding, of coarse not.. 

Sometimes I wish love and logic were friends, that heart and mind were in sync, but they’re not; one of life’s undefined quarrels. A bickering of co-workers that can never agree but maybe one day..

Maybe, just for one moment there is a time in all of our lives where logic and love, heart and mind are at peace. 

The day when a hug answers the questions for the mind and the desires of the heart.. 

What if a life’s enlightenment was captured in this single hug? Like the embrace breathes into your soul, a warm overwhelming nostalgia, almost like out of body. 

It simultaneously pauses every thought running through the gears of your brain and the pulse’s of longing in your heart.. there, in this silence, you feel like a Polaroid frozen in time.. every thing is at peace. 

Your mind has stopped thinking and your heart surrenders, it melts into the arms of the embrace, a quiet beating when all is conquered. 

The beats of two hearts together as one, a taste of heaven on earth. A flavor your lips will never forget.. 

There is only one place where one is not limited by time or emotion.. when your mind and your heart are in harmony...

The moment you fall in love.