With open eyes..
With open eyes..
I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore conversations about Donne, Hemingway and Ben Jonson.
I love the girl who tell me. We must see the world with open eyes, grasp the truth in the mess of the chaos. Know the realness of the world and try to make her better.
I love the girl who love five am coffee and the six am sea walks. I love the girl who hold me near and whispered to me. We will be alright.
I adore watching her morning face watching the night being replaced by the light of the morning. Her morning silence, she love so.
She told me. Life isn’t owning everything, life is just enough to have love near, to be able to taste the salt of the Pacific in the morning air. To be safe in the arms of love gentleness.
I love the girl with the wide open eyes who can make me believe. Life is good and love is kind.
Coyote
She seems like the kind who doesn’t need the whole world to clap for her. Just one honest smile, and her day’s made. That’s the kind of person who’s already walked through storms inside their mind and figured out they don’t need umbrellas—they just dance in the rain now.Most of us walk around like unpaid actors in a drama we didn’t audition for, always performing, always pretending. But she? She’s off-script. She laughs when she wants, cries when she needs to, and doesn’t explain her silence like it owes anyone rent.She knows the difference between being alone and being at peace. That’s rare. Many keep busy just to avoid sitting with their own thoughts. She sits with hers like they’re old friends. Probably even shares snacks with them.Being with someone like that isn’t loud or dramatic. It’s like warm soup on a tired day—quiet, healing, and exactly what your soul didn’t know it needed.
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