"maybe this one can be a secret?" she said.
i thought, "okay"
But then i started to think
And " " write
I never plan what I " "
maybe all that is subjective can be, and judgement is something of which we can be free
i like walking with her
we talk without eye contact
maybe i'll watch her talk
maybe she'll watch me
it's a balance
i remember biking
i remember having a bike stolen as a child
my dad found the kids who had already sold it for parts
they were still learning how to be thieves
he was angry
he was protecting me
he was right
i'm sure
i had my bike stolen last year
i was angry
i kept my head up
the wind was in my face
pushing the tears towards my ears
i took deep breaths
i didn't ask my dad to find the thieves that time
i just kept going
the world has a funny way of making sure that we are paying attention
i see the world
i see God in it
i see everything as it comes
i try not to be a judge
i'm not perfect
and i don't write my life
i subscribe to it
i believe in a lot of things about people
nothing is simple
they are real
i am real
love is real
the future is a guided tour
and it doesn't cost a thing
excitement
honor
adventure
truth
purity
extravagance
surprise
hope
this is my life
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
