There are waves crashing inside of my head. My eyes grow
tired, but behind closed lids lie pictures of things so beautiful, my heart
aches and breaks because I cannot paint you my dreams, because I cannot make you see. I would give anything to have the power to take your breath away. I want to be the trigger for that gushing sound of breath sucked in, that sharp pang when your heart stops, that illuminating smile, that head rush you get when something so flawlessly honest and beautiful comes into contact with your soul that for a moment your chest feels like it's
about to burst. I want to make art. I want to make change. I want to make you feel alive. And when I die I want to come back as a sunrise. I want to come back
as a song. I want to come back as a smile, as hope.

I have stared death in the face
And I did not cry,
Did not flinch,
Did not blink
Or even move.

I have failed at
More things than
I can count
And stood resilient,
Ready to try again.

I have been laughed at
And scrutinized,
But those jeering at me
Were left unsatisfied
By the lack of emotion
Depicted on my face.

So why is it then
That a simple poem,
A few lines,
A couple of clever words
Can leave me
Sick to my stomach,
Throwing up butterflies,
Shaking in my skin,
Smiling like my

Soul has been set on fire,
Like I'll never
feel
This alive
Again?

I've decided to not only try one of those 30 Day Photo Challenges that were popular awhile ago, but create one for myself in hopes that I'll actually stick with it. Feel free to join me and comment below with a link to your own 30 Day Challenge pictures. I would love to see them! In the meantime, enjoy the photos.

xoxo,
Liz

My all time favorite word and hopefully my first tattoo should I ever actually get inked.