I am worth the most beautiful places of pain, worth the most felt places of perfect.
I am worth it, and being worth it is more than just one day, one decision.
It’s a string of decisions, a dozen of days.
I am fighting my inner desires based on my vision of me.
I live for moments to be more than just a heartbeat, more than just the skin and the bones that I am.
I wanting what is being told to be inevitable.
I am wanting to be greater than my mistake, greater than the idea that life is no longer beautiful on the days that it’s beauty escapes me with unkind words, and tarnished hellos.
Selfish portfolios of devilish pictures where I is the only subject and the background the scope of the land of thought is how to be better than the next rising star, how to be more than what is behind the focused visual image.
I want to be love in it’s kindest and most magnanimous forms but does it exist.
Does it even begin to thrive in the truth of our community.
I want to be the heartbeat of the movement, of the greater good, of the common truth.
I want to be here in these moments with my pen and leave behind the mistakes of my past the days that make me want to forget.
Yet is no more easy to forget than it is to rebuild.
I am not alone and I alone can’t change the world.
I let this become just a rambling of endless thoughts don’t make sense to anyone but me and I hope it touches the heart of someone who can feel the vibration, the soul, the writing in the ears of the pages of books already great.
I wish it be inspired, for being worth it
is not just today,
not just one decision,
it is tomorrow,