The best thing, and the worst thing.

The worst thing you can do is make someone feel unloved because they no longer make choices for you.

The best thing you can do is make someone feel loved because they are finally making choices for themselves.

.K SG C.

It wasn't the same.

It was all the same yet, nothing was the same. The halls seemed narrower yet they were still halls. The windows omitted the same light, yet the color in which the light appears was significantly different. Brighter, darker. Light none the less. Nights felt different too. The dark was the dark, yet the way it settled onto your chest varied. Maliscous it once was, cautious it was now. Unbearable it began, subtle it became. Perhaps it had grown weary of me as I had grown. Perhaps it became threatened by what I pit against it. Perhaps there were now two darknesses in my room.  It was all different. I had replaced my memories with that of space in which new memories could be made. Odd, I thought. Years and years in once place, yet a sliver of that in another and I begin to forget. Had I grown careless with my own mind? Had I stopped challenging my mind to think for itself? Had I ultimately been the un-doer of my own past? It was there. Etched into my history, forever unchanged. But it was fading. Recalling the once second nature knowledge became a neccessary search through my own archives. I found myself struggling to stay afloat in my own past and the memories that engulfed it. It was the same. The way I walked in and felt the walls and ceilings protect me from the outside. Sometimes the way it could protect me from the inside. Perhaps we had brought too many of our insides with us here. I could still sense it though. The urge to protect. Such safety I once knew I learned. I sought out. Why? Because it was the same. Because it wasn't the same. Because we change. Perhaps we can only rely on others protection so much. Perhaps that's what I learned here. Perhaps that's what I learned there, now. I could hear cars, much like before. I never realized how similar the sounds were. Perhaps that is why I never took notice. Because it felt the same.  I wondered what the cars thought as they drove by. I wondered where they were going, the journeys in which they embarked on. Perhaps I wondered of their own change. The sames and differences of their lives now. Perhaps I gained perspective in my wonder. Knowing that every adventure each person in this world tackles, they must face what I face. We are all the same, yet we are different. I wondered if they knew how thankful I was for their sound, and it's soothing familiarity. I wonder if they knew the favor they were doing by just being the same. I traced the ceiling, breathing, thinking. How did it all get here? How did I get here? I was the same, yet I wasn't the same. Perhaps that is neccessary for getting here. For getting life. For getting me. Walking through narrower halls, looking at a different light. Embracing the darkness inside, and utilizing the light. Perhaps I wasn't the same. I wasn't the same, because the same had changed, and I was a warrior.

.K SG C.

The moment I knew.

I knew you didn't love me

When you looked into my eyes

And ever after all these years 

You couldn't recognize

"Green."  I said,

"My eyes are green."

And you shook your head and muttered aloud

"I'd never really seen."

I laughed and changed the subject

Not thinking much of it

But I knew right then a hole had formed

And it wasn't gunna quit

If you had known the color of

My eyes I wouldn't doubt 

But I couldn't ignore the complacentcy 

That slipped out of your mouth

Whether you never thought to notice 

Or you didn't really care

It was those little things that mattered

And those little things weren't there

If you knew the color of my eyes 

Perhaps I wouldn't be

Questioning why you'd never thought

To really look at me

I wish you would've commented 

On the shade my eyes appeared

When you'd give me the look I'd always hoped

To see after all these years.

But instead you brushed it off

And continued the conversation

And as I ventured to a different place

I had a revelation

If you loved me like you said you did

More notice you would've took

Love doesn't make excuses

For those who don't even think to look.

.K SG C. 

Full circle.

We came around full circle.

Our hearts sprouted in the summer. 

We flourished in the sunlight, like daffodils growing towards the sky. 

Our hearts withered in the fall. 

As the petals began to fall from their center, so did I from you. 

Our hearts froze in the winter. 

Much like the the gardens covered in snow, our hearts were subdued by the coldness overcome by our absence. 

By the time spring came along, my heart re awoke. 

Much like the daffodils that lined my house, my heart defied the cold and began to again grow hungry for the warmth. Much like the daffodils, I felt my heart once again long for the sun that had vanished since last summer.

By the time summer came along, my heart was new. 

Much like the daffodils in front of my house, I was a new flower. I had grown, crumbled, and started again. 

As much as the daffodil I was like, a new daffodil I became. 

We came full circle.

But while the seasons are a cycle, no year will be the same. 

No flower will be the same.

.K SG C.

90 degrees.

It was 75 degrees 

But 90 between you and me.

Even as the night got darker,

Our breath manifested the breeze.

You looked up at the sky above 

While telling me of what you love.

Even as you got lost amongst the stars

I could feel you here enough.

We walked in utter trust

That our next step wouldn't bust

But with each trip among our path 

I put faith into us.

You told me of your dreams 

How far away they seemed.

But your unwillingness to disappoint

Was your fuel to keep on going.

Your camera flashed our stature

As you clicked and began to capture

A night full of 2 renegade kids

And the dreams they were after

And to our absolute surprise

The sprinklers suddenly rised 

Without a second to run away

We were soaked from feet to eyes

And as we lay there soaking wet

Only the sky and the dark to witness it

We suddenly felt much closer 

To the futures which we were set 

And your hand grabbed mine instantly

And I swear then, momentarily 

I felt your palm turn icy cold

Against my hand so feverishly

Within that moment we returned

To our previous hot temperature

And just like that I whirled right back

To the 90 degrees I remembered

And I wasn't sure if that quick cold

Was doubt radiating from his mind untold

But I basked in its reshreshing glimpse

As our night began to unfold

It was 65 degrees

But 90 between him and me

And even when the cold rushed in

Our breath upheld our heartbeats.

And as the light came creeping in

And the darkness disappeared

You smiled wide and breathed in deep

And that breeze blew away my fear.

It felt like 90 degrees between us.

As day turned to night.

I'll always be fondest of that darkness

That brought us so much light. 

.K SG C.

Yes.

We said yes.

We didn't know where it would take us, but we gave it a shot.

We put our foot down, and we dedicated ourself to yes.

We found ourselves in yes.

We found ourselves dancing and mobilizing ourselves in the side-effects of yes.

We found ourselves discovering, stumbling, and laughing more- all in the hand of yes and the encouragement of it's nodding head. 

We said yes.

We shed our insecurities and uncertainties and permitted ourselves unbridled enjoyment in the presence of Yes.

We agreed to never regret yes.

Because of this,

We found ourselves living in yes. 

Truly living. 

Vibrantly, colorfully, unforgettably.

We drowned in yes.

We became less critical of ourselves, and more cynical of no- we opened.

We witnessed our expanding horizons within every one of our brave yes's.

We found yes,

And we found ourselves.

We said yes.

We said yes.

.K SG C.