Nature

Your skin is covered in invisible ink, darling

The kind of ink that only the special few can read

The kind you’re whispered about before dawn breaks

The kind that live on the crest of a newborn wave

The kind that arrive just when they’re meant to

 

They look at you with eyes of cedar and primrose,

Filled with the majesty of rainforests and the hum of waterfalls

With skin as dry as the great pyramids and as worn as the patchwork coat a little girl might wear as she passes you on the street

But they’re as broken up as the Hawaiian Islands

And sometimes, they look just like Stonehenge

But they’ve got hearts that’re golden,

As bright and as warm as a bonfire

But not the kind that’re made up in American Fork Canyon, no. Those aren’t bright enough.

 

They’re the kind that don’t see just stars, or train rides, or a group of people clustered on a park bench

They see past, present and future as one.

They see arguments, ideas, and opportunities.

They see old friends, they see simplicity, the warmth of a jacket, the destination of water droplets.
Both a heart shaped birthmark and a cockroach shaped splotch

Both mistakes and lessons

 

But your skin is still made of paper, darling

Your coffin is crafted of your dreams

And the box you’re trapped in is the one you designed

It’s important to remember that although the past is eternal,

The present is temporary

And the future doesn’t exist.

 

Starlit nights in Paris are only starlit nights in Paris until they’re part of the present.

That’s when they turn to magic

 

As much as you might hate it,

You’re a force of nature.

You weren’t made for the world, the world was made for you

If there’s one truth at the end of the day, it’s that you exist

You’re alive

Everything you are in that moment, in every moment is what’s written on your skin

In that invisible writing that only a few can read

Because in that moment, you’re real, you’re honest and you’re something that logic says shouldn’t exist but does because shoulds and shouldn’ts are for people who don’t understand life.

In that moment, you're eternal.