The unseen can be the most real

Call me a little nieve, childish, immature, or unrealistic, or even a little to imaginative but I have a hard time tossing out the idea that the unseen to us have never even been real.
The unseen is really just something that we have never saw with our own eyes, but does that really matter? From what I have gathered over the years those who 'walk by faith and not by sight' will be the most rewarded in the end. You just have to endure the mockery and sideways glances from the cynics, those who have lost all innocence or spark of what they themselves used to believe as well before the world turned them bitter and science turned them into unbelievers.
Let's start with God...or Jesus. Nothing could waver my belief in them and the fact that they are the only ones who can save my soul. I haven't seen them since I was created, but I have felt them, and sometimes the feeling of touch can be more convincing then that of sight. They are in fact real and amazing.
Okay, now that I got that off my chest and started with the most contraversial basics let's move on to something a little more difficult.
Unicorns. Who is to say that they never existed? Have they been without a reasonable doubt disproved? What about the sightings of unicorns since the idea of them were conceived? Where they maybe another animal mistaken for the fierce yet kind creature? And if you believe that theory can you in fact prove it?
Okay. I gave  a couple of examples, but really it could be anything. It could be sea serpents, mermaids, sirens, vampires, fairies, shape shifters (which have been linked back to Native American beliefs.) And no...I am not saying that these all (excepting God) without a doubt exist, because no one can ever really be sure. But because of the unsureness of society they can't be thrown out just as the thought of them can't fully be accepted. Just remember though that the unseen can be more real then what we can touch with our fingertips and see in broad daylight, and everything...everything...has a grain of truth to it. Pick out which grain.
Keep your mind open to a certain point, don't be gullable, but look with new and wider eyes. Maybe think with a different piece of your mind.  It has been said that those who don't believe usually falls the victim.
Thanks for listening to my babble for the day. I hope the sun shines bright on wherever u are in the world. Have a beautiful day!

You and Me

Cold outside the window.
Bitter November air.
All the trees are bare.
Opinions came from everywhere, but little did I care.
The choice wasn't theirs.
Right now I stare at the wall.
Right now you'd be opening the car door making a comment on how I'm bored.

And in this life we all get lost in it.
Everything seems harder then it should be.
When the tide rolls in it's sink or swim and at times it gets a little hard to breathe.
But in the end you'll see it's just you and me.

The lines were always breakable.
The hearts fragile to the touch.
The sun shined bright on my face.
It was such a beautiful, beautiful day.
I wish I'd worn white.
You in your gray t-shirt.
The stars aligned just right.

Six years came and went.
Hardly anytime I spent without you.
 I love your interuptions and how you say my name.
And how you hate cold rain.
And I still love your smile and how you pull me in to dance...
And I love your imperfections and how you expect me to read your mind.
Just an open letter.
A little song just for you.

The tide rolls in.
It's sink or swim.
And at times it gets a little hard to breathe.
but in the end you'll see we're still just...
You and Me.

Fine, breakable lines

Just one sentence written on a random post it note and shoved in a box where it will stay with a pile of unread letters.
"It would be easier to forget you, but I can't, and I'm scared that I will."

If you have been there before you know how difficult it can be to ride that line of remembering and forgetting. There is also a referance to that same feeling, that same sentence in "My Dearest Rose." Iris struggles to ride the line because if she were to fall off of either side it could be dangerous and disasterous. An impending trainwreck.
You desperately try to remember and cling to the things that mattered the most, and even the things that didn't hold any meaning at all. You imagine every smile, every sound, every word, every hug, kiss, and the way that that someone would hold your hand, and even the way they would walk and smell. These memories terrify you to the core. It's called remembering too much. But another thought that paralyzes you and causes your heart to hammer against your thin skin in the middle of the night is that maybe if you don't brand it into your memory...you will forget...everything. Every smile, memory, sound, laugh, hug, kiss, taste, and smell. So you balance on the tightrope, high in the air, just waiting. For what? I don't know exactly. Something that may or may not ever happen. 
I will never really be able to tell some of my deepest, most hidden, sensitive, and forbidden feelings. It may be because I simply can't or that there's just no way to verbalize it. If you can't verbalize things the right way, there's really no use in saying it in the first place. And just like Iris maybe I can ride that fragile line until the wire gives, but also just like her at least I have one person that understands. Maybe not fully, but can anyone ever really imagine the unimaginable unless they've been in your place and have walked down the road you have walked?

"It was really hard to do what I've been doing the past four years. Trying to remember, trying to forget. Balancing myself so I don't fall too far off of one side or the other." Iris