Rambling, Thrashing, Blurting.
You see, I like being able to sit in silence with someone and not feel the need to talk constantly. I enjoy being able to sit in the passenger seat and day dream out the window while someone I care about drives, I love it when I don’t need to fill the space with useless words but can just smile to myself and get lost in my thoughts. I find comfort in silence —especially silence shared with a good friend.
I adore seeing an elderly couple holding hands, newlyweds sharing their first kiss as husband and wife, or teenagers falling hopelessly in love in that crazy way you can when you’re young.
I don’t believe in perfection, or staying with something old just because it happened. Because i think a special kind of magic comes when the imperfections align to create something perfectly flawed, profoundly new and wonderfully wrong in all the right ways.
I believe in secret messages whispered and written between kindred spirits who know you better than you know yourself. I see magic in the ordinary and the mundane. I see it in new experiences, and trying things because it’s hard and you may fail. I see it in the darkness and the way it melts away with light. I see magic in the cycles of life, nature, and the moon. I see magic in the divinity of God and the miracles that come with faith —especially messy faith.