If I Could Write My Life Like I Write Metaphors

Flickr / Sarah Reid
Flickr / Sarah Reid

My love would be a cave. There’s beauty that lives there, but it thrives in the darkness.

My work would be a jungle. The further you walk into it the more inspired you become. There’s something wild about the unknown discoveries you make each day.

My family would be an antique in a thrift store. There’s cracks in the surface, and there’s stains in the paint, but there is value that price can’t describe. There’s stories upon memories upon moments that all add up to a beautiful disarray that makes you smile every time you look at it.

My friends would be a pop song you never get sick of hearing. 10 years later and they still make you dance around your room singing at the top of your lungs. There’s never a dull moment, and life is thrilling whether you’re hearing the chorus or the bridge.

My dreams and aspirations would be the stars in the sky. Constantly moving, changing, disappearing and reappearing, they are always there, but sometimes the city lights drown them out. You know they exist, but it might take some darkness to really see them come to light. TC mark

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