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 memorandums from my life

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i. personified

-Autumn days are closing in.

-I finally released this song.

-My friend is getting married *internal screams*

-ice cream

-new clothes

-and did I mention AUTUMN IS COMING?

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ii. beautiful words

 

-Said by a friend: “Persevere to persevere.”

 

iii. brilliant art

 

 

iv. photographic bliss

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 v. favorite melodies

-“Still Falling For You” by Ellie Goulding

-“Let It All Go” by Birdy ft. Rhodes

-“Not Today” by Imagine Dragons

-“Priceless” by for King and Country

-“One Black Sheep” by Mat Kearney

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the little things

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This week was beautiful.

I don’t know what it was about this week, there wasn’t much to it that was different from any other—it just was. Maybe it was the weather, chilled and bright; blue skies and sunny. Maybe it’s just nostalgia, as if I’m just encountering emotions from old memories.

It’s weird really. But I’m not the kind to question Happiness. I look at it this way: Sometimes you have to sit down for a second and take things in. Happiness is an emotion that you have to grasp right away and hold tight to or is drifts off on the wind. Really, it doesn’t take much—or at least it shouldn’t—to find steady Happiness.

All you have to do is stand still, take a deep breath,and observe life through the eyes of your heart.Weather or not the sky is bright and clear,you will find something to smile about.

Looking back at this week, it was the little moments of recognition, things around me that you wouldn’t normally notice. For me, it doesn’t take much…

 

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 i. feeling the crisp breeze blow through my hair

ii. wearing a thin sweater because I thought it was warm outside (and to me it was)

iii. looking at two year old photographs

iv. singing out songs to the radio

v. hearing the song that always takes me down memory lane

vi. playing my guitar

vii. playing my piano

viii. writing words that only I can understand

ix. looking at the stars

x. feeling that love all over again

 

it’s the little things that make me happy.

drinking my cup of nostalgia

 

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Missing the cool, Missouri mornings that whisper “good morning” through the trees. Missing the beauty of walking in that cold air, feeling it hit my skin, waking me up. Missing everything that came and went; grew and dissipated with the wind. Time came and time went, like the fog at dawn, lingering for only a moment and then was gone. If only we could go back, now we’re only left with the memories; frozen inside the photographs.

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Seconds, minutes, hours, days, sealed shut between pages of black and white, woven with color. The laughter, the music, all lost in space and time, held together by scenes only our minds can play back. If you close your eyes, you can see it, hear it, breathe it, feel it, all over again. Open your eyes and it vanishes, all that’s left is that blazing desire for what was to replace what is.

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Remember those nights? The nights that seemed to go on forever, yet were fleeting by, along with Autumn’s gentle wind passing through the trees. The days we went dancing through the dark, looking at the stars. Remember the mornings that echoed with the sounds of people singing, not even caring if they were sharp or flat? No one cared; all they wanted was that joy that floated through that same air and into the souls of those around them. We all felt it, craved it.

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It’s so easy to take for granted the Moments. You know, the ones where you forget to take those minutes in because you’re too busy snapping photos on your phone so that you can post it on Facebook or Instagram. You know, the seconds that fly by so quickly that you didn’t see that Once In A Lifetime Priceless Image that flashed right before your eyes just because someone sent you a text message. Or perhaps you missed a moment that would have made a great photograph because you were busy with something less important.

Sometimes we just have to let the Moments play in slow motion with us watching them happen without any distraction. Let them record into the workings of your memory so you can play them back later. You may not remember everything, but the feelings that came with that moment will stay with you. It’s been painted into your soul.

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“we made these memories for ourselves.

where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken,

time’s forever frozen still…”

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 Hear it? Feel it? Close your eyes, what do you see? Maybe the memories are fuzzy, but they are there. Do you remember the first time you laid eyes on her? Do you remember the last time you felt his touch? Only yesterday they were right there beside you, now gone, sketched into photographs. Now the air is cold, with a tint of nostalgia floating through the air. No matter how much we want the time back, they are sealed shut behind a door that we will never be able to enter ever again. But we’ll remember.

Missing that time, holding onto the souvenirs I gathered when I was there.