Look Up

I want to write, but I'm not sure how much I have to say. The heat's dulled my senses and maybe my mind. I've been feeling things without being able to explain why. I've been listening to songs of summers past and feeling panicked even though things have been okay.

What you feel is what you are and what you are is beautiful.
And there's this burning, just like there's always been.
Everyone deserves a chance to fly.

I've learned so much from these summers; they're a large part of what's made me whoever I am today. But I guess I feel as if there's something preventing me from knowing who that is. Or maybe I know exactly who I am and there's little left to learn and that's that. I think that wanting more allows me to become more. I think that needing meaning creates meaning. And I'm pretty sure that loving people and things so much you feel you could take off flying, only leaves room for you to love them more.

I want more. I need meaning. I love, I love, I love. I'm willing to keep trying and try harder and hang on and have a fucking blast even when I'm tired or afraid. I'm here and I'm living hard and I hope I can keep it up; I hope everyone is learning the most important things for them to to hold onto.

Always,
Painting the Town Your Favorite Color.

posted by Allison Francis @ 8:02 PM