Scratch

I am passionate about the outdoors.

Minus the bugs.

I seek the wonders of the everyday.

For I despair in the routine.

I am terrible at receiving criticism.

For it echoes the resilient voice of the self critic in me.

Acknowledgement from others make my day.

Yet, anonymity is my comfort zone.

I cannot bear being predictable.

I am not all for the lookout. I want to enjoy each and every step. To be bedazzled by what may seem as simple to others and to not be ashamed of it.

[insert drifting thoughts here]

My body comes alive when I step on the beach.

Times spent on my own are moments of bliss.

And you. I want to know you. You for all that you are. I want to appreciate your zealousness. Your ways of looking out for me [and my well being]. To not push you away just to protect myself from being hurt.

There are times in life when you get to hear the other side of the story. Four nights ago, I found myself sitting across the table from someone who was telling me her side of the story. Without her knowing that I was there on the other side.

Build your conclusions not on what you see for the surface can only tell you so much.

Here's to the wondrous waves of the night.