dear old friend

Dear heart,

I don't quite understand. I know you're there but I don't feel you. I know you beat but I can't catch the rythm. Maybe after you got broken last April, you disappear. But I guess I didn't get the memo. I hope you come back. I know we've been through a lot and I don't mean to ignore you, I still believe that you people should follow your heart and not your head but I guess I need to do what I preach. I will rememeber you I promise. I'll see you soon.

xoxo, A.Y.

i believe

i believe you can find yourself somehow in nature.
and i know that sounds cliche.

but really find yourself, or at least find parts of who you used to be.
sometimes the simpleness of a stupid tree on a dusky morning can instantly bring back every memory you have of a day in your children.

every knee you scrapped that mom kissed.
and that one day you went exploring to a place outside you hadn't been that far yet.
and how excited you got over just that.

i believe nature can help us find who we are, who we were, and help us get a clearer image of who we want to be.

so why not i mean, go explore.

to the girls who

to the girls who all look the same

to the girls with the big white smiles who never think about the little poor ones that walk miles and miles dreaming of having your teeth.

to the girls who are worrying more about how many instagram likes they have rather than how many humans actually like your real hearts and not the fake orange heart that pops up on the bottom left side of your screen. 

to the girls who are tweeting till their fingers bleed just so maybe he will see and maybe you will fall in love and be as happy as she.

to the girls who think they are higher than most because of your posts.

when you look at me do you see me or do you see my follower number do i show up in your brain as a human with a beating heart or do you just think about profile.

as you go to the canyon with your fake friends just to take snaps on the expensive camera that you aren't even grateful your parents gave you and you snap and you snap do you ever think about more to life than outside of that apple phone.

and as you sit on your nice leather couch and listen to your parents judge others with their self righteous attitude as you stare at your phone and watch every orange heart as it pops up again and again and again and with each heart you feel your self esteem get filled more and more by each second with each like.

i feel sorry for you because, you're already dead.