Endless Echoes

Loss fades, day by day,
like footprints on a shore,
washed gently by the tides of time.

Yet love—love lingers, unwavering,
a whisper in the wind, a warmth in the dark.

We fold our grief into quiet corners,
tucking it between laughter and light,
but love—love remains, unshaken,
woven into the fabric of who we are.

They say time heals, but love never needs healing.
It does not wane, it does not wither.

It stays, even when hands no longer hold,
even when voices become echoes in the air.

So, we let go of sorrow, piece by piece,
but love—love, we hold forever.

Brown Eyes

Pretty. Don't get enough credit.
Described as mud, dirt, or chocolates. Mundane.

But brown eyes are Gorgeous.
They aren't even brown. I feel it copper blend honey.
Like sunlight through a bottle of whiskey, color of the earth after it rains.
Hazelnuts. Gingerbread men. Chocolate brownies.
It makes me feel wrapped inside a blanket on the sofa having cocoa or tea or coffee.
Feels like Cinnamon, ginger, and cassia.
At times the dust from a horse's hooves.

I've heard people compare eyes to oceans.. galaxies...
But hers reminded me of all my favorite things.
I glance at the cup of coffee in my hands and look at her brown eyes.
I probably feel more awake with her.
It's so beautiful it blows my mind that people think it's common and boring.
Those brown eyes in the sun.
I had never noticed it at first,
but soon I noticed that 'brown' was not what her eye looked like.
It was like those golden rays melting into the eclipse.

Brown eyes are beautiful. They turn into a whole sunset of their own.

People are Different

People are raw. 

People are messy and complex. 

It's so easy to look at someone and assume you've got it all figured out. But stepping out of that comfort zone, moving forward, looking in on people. Through their hearts and their lives, every quirk and disaster that built them, that takes strength. A strength so many people are scared to reach out for. Different is good. Messy is beautiful. We are who we are, and that is no little feat. Existing together, acceptance, that's the point of it all...