This time

Today happened.
Today happened again.
This time
This time I want it all.
Next time I'll
Next time
There never was a next time.
Today happened.
Next time didn't.
Next time isn't.
Today happened.
Again.
Again.
And again.

Shaken

That taste.
That sound.
Nothing.
Nowhere.
There.
It was everything for her.

She loves
Those drops.
Salt. Clear.
Not glass.
Not from rims.
Drips.
Shaken from her forehead.
Stirred from her brows.
Salt on the lips.

It's pretty
In the mess
In the weight
In the test
No matter
No mind
In that dark place
Her home she finds.

Sound.
Every struggle
Every rattle
Every concern
She. Unwound.
Plants her feet.
Steel.
Floor.
Bolts herself
Down.
The ground.

When.
When.
Then.
(She flies.)

33

Raise your glass.

A toast.
A toast to you.
A toast to all of you.

Here.

A toast to everyone who was with me back in the day.
A toast to everyone who continues to.

One incredible year with
one long scar on the surface,
but it's been 365 adventures,
explosions,
and fireworks inside.
What a ride.

Not enough ink with not enough pages.
The best part is that it continues in the next chapter.
The next chapter.
The next page.
The next word.
The next thought.
The next beat.

It continues.

So.
Before we go our own ways
Before likes are clicked
Before we say our happy birthdays..

Here's to the next 365.
Whether she calls or not.
Whether we fall or not.
Whether we slip.
Slide.
Whether we stall or not.
Whether we face more storms or not.
Here's to the next 365.

Here's to the next 365 where
you're not even guaranteed one.
Live.
Have fun.

Fight another day.
Love another day.
Embrace grace another day.
Find your heart another day.
Run, jump, play another day.

Here's to the next 365
or 403
or 2.
Here's to a life lived fuller than most.
Here's to you.

Keep going.

Trying

Stop living trying to prove it.
Trying to prove it.
Trying to..
"Prove it"

You don't attract
what you want.
You attract
who you are.

You
have
nothing
(nothing)
to
prove.