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the elevation, giving us air to new depths,
an exhale of struggle, a beautiful inhale of energy, and fulfilled life.
Jump to higher heights.
Get what you say when you mean nature boner.
How your face lights up and your chest puffs out, you take in the surrounding pine trees and clear rivers, fresh air of the breeze.
I’ve never seen the sky so blue as when I am with you.
The landmark of perfection was veered off to our real destination.
The journey became our aim, and we cradle each other with the belief of benefitting from believing in love.
Missing you is like kissing you. I see your face and want to connect yours to mine.
In a short space, we cater to the rhythm, finding the appeal isn't a facade, and it's beneath the layers of skin deep.
I realize all the places I’ve been to before I haven't fully experienced. My mind is open to the experience with you, and all I see is the beauty of being.
Continue on the rocks you climb.
I catch my breath as you pull me up.
We combine our lives like watercolors bleeding into a blend of new unmarked lines.
Tied together than something stronger than static rope.
Sometimes there’s no edge to grip,
leaning our beings against a flat surface, finding the patience to excel across the mountain we developed and known within.
Harsh breaths, not consistently negative to express.
Muscles clench, and we move.
Eyes glued to the top, and we begin to move.
Our fingers interlocked, lifting and rising the other. We don’t care to look down or back.
Our purposes are laid out in front of us. Beckoning us to take a chance and motivate ourselves to accomplish trust.
In my daydreams, I speak with you. But you always change the narrative.
I think you finally realize you’ve grown up when you are aware it isn’t a place or person or situation you can blame. It’s you. You’re the solution and problem.
Eight years ago, I was in a state of mind where I thought I loved a man more than I could ever love anyone. Only now to be proven wrong.
I like the way your scars spell out your tragedy on your skin.
The way we are similar to the “but” in a sentence.
After the affirmation, we become the excuse.
It is a form of persuasion; we are right.
While denying the illusion, we could ever be wrong.
