So last night’s plane ride home… that window seat & noise canceling headphones were working me.
Watching the terrain change from desert & mountains to clouds & moon, bumping the best/worst possible playlist had my brain turned UP.
Thoughts running through all of the things I wanted and all of the things I didn’t want them to all the same. I got caught.
But… no better time for instropection than when you’re above the world, right? When you’re not immersed in it all. Time to look down… & in.
Boy oh boy… and what I came up with… boy oh boy.
That same unspoken, that same untouched. That same thing I can’t shake, but the same thing I can’t grasp. Pfft.
The thing you ignore, but the thing that’s always there. Existing quietly, real chill but beating your insides up rather hard. A damn binary.
These daydreams are the most freeing/unproductive times ever. Going in and coming out untouched, but not unscathed.
"You are not your bra size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things. You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries."
Unknown (via atomos