September 6: Confident These Fish Bite at Cheeto Puffs

To a fading feeling of hope…

Hope is Learning to explore the unexpected, embracing Life’s surprises and finding the thrill in them again. Hope is being GRATEFUL enough to move forward when the pieces of your puzzle seem lost for good, but replaceable if you get creative. Hope is never losing sight in the failures and deserving the pleasure of a well earned success. Hope is laughter after explaining a bad day, and a kiss on the forehead when you least expect the gesture. Hope makes dreamy realities live on, and past imperfections stay behind.

September 5: Water is Not Always Blue

To the first fight…

My heart is still as I wonder what you’re thinking. You make the sweetest sounds that only i can hear, and You look at peace even though we have so much to be unsure about. We have the same tune yet naturally peep out old melodies as our paths cross over time and tequila. With each new territory comes new words, but I see the bigger picture, in shoes or bare feet. Shifting towards the horizon with impatience, we gently interlace our fingers. Tonight’s sunset is no different than yesterdays.