When you realize you love someone it's a beautiful thing.

When you realize you love someone you would do anything.

When you realize you love someone you know it's forever.

When you realize you love someone there is no stormy weather.

When you realize you love someone you feel like you can touch the sky. 

When you realize you love someone you can see it in their eyes. 

When you realize you love someone things start to get better.

When you realize you love someone you realize they can't lie. 

When you realize you love someone you would die just to be surrounded by that one special guy.

Where is the Little Dipper

Looking at the stars has been one of my favorite things to do since I was little. 

But I've never been able to find the Little Dipper.

I've always enjoyed the twinkling lights, the late nights.

But I've never been able to find the Little Dipper. 

Looking in your eyes and seeing them glisten with a sparkle more rare than diamonds,

But I still have never seen the Little Dipper.

Everytime we kiss I feel like the stars collide, 

Except for the Little Dipper.

Does it even exist? 

Does he even exist? 

I can't find him. 

His twinkle is dull and he's hard to find. 

He might just be a figment of my own mind. 

But I've never been able to find the Little Dipper. 

He's just waiting for me to find him, even if he doesn't exist.

You wanna know what I hate? That you have to be diagnosed with depression.

It takes 2 weeks of sadness to be clinically diagnosed but that's not how it should be. 

Those little moments in time that your heart hurts so much and you can barley breath without crying. 

People literally try to shove happiness down your throat and everyday you breathe with corrupted lungs never knowing when you can truly breathe again.

The next day could be better but that's not enough to be clinically diagnosed. 

When your parents keep rambling on about how rebellious you are trying to be when your really just trying to fit in.

When you're at work and your boss tells you all of your mistakes and you just can't take it anymore. 

Where's your diagnoses for that. 

Well here is the cure. Appreciation. 

Notice and appreciate accomplishments. Give them a reason to live, breath, love. 

Give them meaning, give them life. 

You may not think so but it will save their life.

Green means go

Have you ever stopped at a green light? You may piss off the people behind you but you stop because you want that moment in time to last longer. 

Have you ever stopped in the middle of a kiss and think you could do this forever but then realize it was just a moment in time. 

Do you ever look at little kids and say wow I wish I could play for hours and have no worries. 

Do you ever look at your parents and say I will never treat my kids like you treated me and take a second to realize maybe they were right. 

Moments in time. Glimpses of the past. Things you wish to happen again and things you want to forget. Memories are memories and they're hard to regret. 

Who you grow up to be depends on you. You grow up to be something new. 

The dreams you once had and the life you once knew was a glimpse in time of the real you. 

Like stopping at a green light, it might say go but all green lights turn red so stop cause if you go in the intersection you might become dead

Lost souls

Where do we go from here?

We were given a cap and gown and soon realized it was a bribe. 

A bribe to leave and never return. 

What we thought would be the best day of our lives turned out to be one of the most life changing.

Go on with your life put on a suit and tie and sit at your desk job reminiscing on the glory days. Kick back and listen to some journey because you stopped believing a long time ago. 

Come home to your kids, eat dinner, sleep, repeat. 

Your dreams don't fit on your schedule anymore so you toss them in the back of the closet like that old yearbook from high school. 

Thinking back you remember who you wanted to be, and sure enough you are reminded of who you are. A mindless money making drone. A dreamless drone. Convergent not divergent. Typer not a writer. You replace your old colored pencils for some nice stationary and overpriced pens. 

Then you just think, the dream dies when high school ends, trading a cool cap and gown for a life with no friends