"i want to be like water. i want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship."

||| all stills taken with my iphone and edited with vscocam |||

the days are colliding
so are you.
the leaves are collapsing
would it be a lie to say
you are too?
sadness and cold
rustle in the cage of your bones
every inhale and exhale
stings at gypsy wind stirrings
shocked with cold.
yet even that does not electrify
even that does not make you forget.

you're quick to defend that they don't really know who you are or who you want to be.
do you?
you are in love with the cities these eyes have never seen
and these fingers have never penned nor footsteps have ever imprinted
or 
are you in love with the idea that no one knows what you are
and where you've been - where all the townspeople are
oblivious of the demons in the closet of your mind
and soon maybe you will be too.
are you truly in love with the sea, or do you love the feeling
of relief it sweeps over you, when you feel the loneliness of it
strum your own heart's breathings?

is it harder to carve your face with silent tears
or to cry in front of strangers?
make your choice. stop listening to the lies
that you whisper over and over to yourself to sleep.
you are young. you are free in His grace.
i can't stress to you enough that 
you are never alone.
yes, you are broken, yes. you will always be broken.
yes, you are sad. yes, you hurt. yes, you lie to survive.
but you don't have to be this.
be a living breathing exclamation
that this is who you are: one who doesn't know all the 
answers to everything but goes on adventures
to discover, one who loves fiercely and 
puts their whole heart on the line for love, 
one who knows that each staring flaw is a reminder 
of mistakes but how He helped you overcome 
each and every one of them. 
be water, slip through the fingertips of people 
who have the courage to discover your depths. 
but be strong enough 
to hold up a thousand ships of messages. 
messages of love and joy. 
be alive. because we are too young not to be. 
xx 
  
listening // 
remarks, 1000 ships, & overwhelmed by rachel platten 
isabella by dia frampton
feel again by one republic 
missing you, loving you and you and you and you 
please read // this & this {both of whom inspired this post} 
*title quote by michelle williams