YWP

There are some in this world who long to be gargoyles 

grotesques and Gorgons with rough, jagged claws 

hides thick and tough as stone 

The sky wears billowing gowns, layers

Upon layers of silk fluttering

With the breeze, and

She dances in it with ease, never

Tripping or stumbling but

I am a patriot and a proud American, and nothing will change that 

I will never cease to believe in the idea of America and the potential this nation holds 

There are vintage looking posters in the windows 

And they’re probably not old 

But I’d almost believe you 

If you said they were. 

They’re next to organic candles 

Something that makes me stop and wonder is the thought that everybody sees the world through their own perspective.

I’ve never believed in coincidences. The idea that things just happen because they happen has never fallen true in my mind. I’m more of an “everything happens for a reason” type of person.