Tear Me Down to Build Me Up/ Thoughts And Writing

I was thinking aloud and writing. I hope you enjoy!

But I Am Never Far...

I am timeless.
An old soul that craves conversation and emotion that doesn't involve technology and icons.
I am the lover of flowers and tea out of tea pots on concrete patios with aged round tables.
I am the admirer of gardens and balconies. 
Of stars and sunsets.
I am the reader of solid books. 
The paper aged or fresh, smelling of dreams and faraway places.
I am the girl who runs barefoot in the meadows and splashes in the puddles, wild and careless.
I am the one with her hair filled with tangles and knots but I have better things to do like lay in the sunshine and talk to the birds perched in the trees.
I am the girl with bare fingernails and a fresh face because I'd rather spend my money on something that can fill my soul.
You can find me in thrift stores and at garage sales more than you would a mall. 
When you search for me look in cafe's, coffee shops, tea shops, or anywhere that you can find live music; talking to strangers like I've known them my whole life. I'd be there over a club or popular hangout.
Because I am the girl who would rather listen to someone with their guitar on a small stage working for tips than a spoiled talentless brat who has machines sound good for them on an album.
I am the one who truly is sorry when you feel I am not listening. It's just that my imagination has pulled me into another world once again. 
I do care, I promise.
Please don't shake me awake. Please don't stomp on my visions for the calamity of others. 
Because I am the lover of all things beautiful.
I am the believer of all things good. 
And, no, this does not make me oblivious to the tragedies and messiness of the world we live in. I will be willing to fight for my beliefs when it comes to it. But right now, the time does not call my name. So let me drift. Let me fly. Let me see the potential and colors in others.
Let me see what makes us all so different but yet the same.
Come to me with your problems and I will try to help with my view.
I will be all heart.
In return I ask that you do not suppress and that you do not suffocate.
If I run, let me. I will not go far. And I will always come back.
If I ask you to run with me, please do. I don't ask everyone and I promise I can open up doors.
Because I am the old soul who runs barefoot and lies down in warm summer rains. 
I am the admirer of tea, gardens, and balconies.
I am the one who talks to strangers and is not afraid to dive instead of tip-toe.
I am the lover of flowers and all things timeless.
I am the lover of conversations, family, and friends.
And when I love, I love limitless and deep. I love in acceptance so you can be freed. I love...
I am the hopeful.
I am the faithful.
But please, Dear, be patient with me if I seem far away. I am not. I am only imagining worlds where we both belong as thorough and infinite as the stars I study. 
Know that I will never be far from your side.
  

Sunlight and Tea

It all starts with sunlight and tea.
Colors swirl and blend into something precious and tender.
It begins amazing, like a first kiss or a flicker to a flame and it's as graceful as a ballerina sweeping across a wooden floor in a dance of innocence and magic.
Our life is the dance of all ages.
It's the beat to our drum.
And the magic to the pen that writes our book, chapter by fantastic chapter.
We spin and twirl throughout the day.
We call it monotony.
We call it routine.
We call it anything but what it should be called.
Life.
And we ignore the abundance that overflows.
"My cup overfloweth."
My cup...
Our energies intertwine with other energies and spark off new lights that only our souls can see and our hearts can feel. 
Our eyes are diluted, our senses dulled by words and hate and mockery.
We recall other more beautiful words that make us feel better.
The ones that make us feel alive and freed from any bonds or chains that we have set upon ourselves.
You are beautiful.
You are a mess.
You are so unique. A one of a kind.
You are a tragedy.
You are a kaleidoscope of every human emotion. Every extraordinary experience. 
We search for these letters of meaning because when we look in the mirror we see anything but meaning.
We see recklessness.
We see a smudge of grays blended into a fog.
But it all starts with sunlight and tea.
And some of the most important things that we'll never be able to see in ourselves.
It begins amazing, like a first kiss or a flicker to a flame.
And it ends with moon glow and streetlights.
Our life is the dance of all ages.
It's the beat to our own drum.
It's wild and childlike.
And each chapter we write is permanent. Neither time nor want can erase it from the pages. It cannot be burned or destroyed. That's the magic in the ink. 
That's the timelessness in our souls.
Just as some rob others of theirs we can give to others this thing that we call monotony or routine.
Life. 
That's what it's called.
And it's so beautiful.
Just so in the tragedy of it all as it is in the wonderous dance of it all.
And "My cup overfloweth" Dear Lord. 
My cup...
I am beautiful.
I am a mess.
I am as different as the thorn from the rose.
And I am even a tragedy.
Because I am a kaleidoscope of every human emotion. 
Raw and real and filled to the brim with stardust and pure magic.
And it all starts with sunlight and tea.