"Lead your weak cells to oxygen, and sew your skin to bone."

The things I fear the most are the things that I need the most. They're the uncertainties I need to face head on, tackle, drown under. They are the things that I need to stop fighting and instead, surrender to.

Surrendering to a fear is a strength. You're not giving up, you're giving up the fight. You're giving up the resistance. It is a strength. The realization that this line of tension is narrow, hard to walk on. And as scary as it might be, to just release yourself, let go, and dive in, it actually isn't so bad. All those fears and thoughts and comments you had in your head. They never happen. They dissapear. Instead of finding life, they completely lose their breath. And you're kind of left with this open space that you don't really know what to do with because it's not what you were expecting. And you think, if it was what you were expecting, you would have done this awhile ago. You would have given in, stop trying to be better than everything you're resisting.

You look at people like theyre better than you. You look at their pictures from the parties they went to this evening, and you wish you had as many friends as them. You wish you had straight white teeth and a good set of boobs. You wish you fit in. You wish you were as happy as them.
But you don't know what goes on inside these people. You don't know what it's like to live their everyday life. The small moments of each and everyday. You don't know how it feels to live inside their heads. And it's ironic because you think so highly of them. You wish you were like them. But deep inside of these people, theyre struggling just like you are. Theyre wishing for someone to hug them until the hurt drips out of their pours and onto the ground. They are wishing to forget.

Even as much as someone can sympathize and empathize with another person, they will never truly understand. A naturally skinny tall girl will not know the struggles of finding pants that a medium sized short girl does. She might be able to imagine, but she will never true understand. Someone that can walk into a room without knowing anyone and be the life of the party, but who struggled with anxiety about work, will never know the nature of their worth to someone who struggles with both walking into a room confidently and feeling like they're good enough at their job. It's about the little things. The things you do well that other people lack. The things that make you float on water, you'd drown without them. People don't realize some of their best qualities. They don't believe or see that theyre beautiful. People don't see their intricate nature. They don't see how articulate they are, and how great it is to be that way. They don't see how much caring about someone actually means. They don't realize how much better it feels to care (even if the person doesn't care back) then being unable to feel.  People don't realize their social nuances, and how masterful they are at maneuvering the area in between the silence. People don't realize the sunlight that radiates from their face them they smile to themselves about something they're thinking in their head. They don't realize the ease at which conversation comes, because they have such natural open energy. People don't realize the natural passion they are born with, compared to those without it. People don't realize how lucky they are to be guided by something bigger then themselves that they really had no control over. They don't realize how lucky they are to be born with a tangible love. People that are skinny but think theyre fat don't realize how skinny and beautiful they are naturally. People that are heavy and think theyre ugly don't realize how beautiful they are naturally. People that wear too much make up on their face when they don't even have pimples, even if they did, don't understand the beauty they were born with. Some people don't understand the level of complexity their thoughts are even from a shallow stand point. Some people don't understand the vastness of their heart, and the amazing ability they possess in them to love without needing a reason, they just have it in them to do so.

I cannot tell if drowning is good or bad. I use the reference in writing very often. But it depends on the context. I want to drown in love. In a good way. In the only way I know how. But I don't want to drown in insecurity. I don't want to drown in negativity.

Life comes at you patiently. Life comes at you impatiently. Sometimes, at 3AM you get a hunch to message someone you haven't talked to in awhile. Don't question it. You don't think twice. And sometimes that same person just so happens to be going to Penn State the the weekend you go home & return early. And this person just so happens to be someone who somehow is aligning with the views and morals and weird, overly loud, guitar riffs you like to spew from your computer speakers. And this person, really, is just a ball of potential you are trying not to break. This person is an expanse of nature, that is begging you to make it sustainable. This person is bearded. Not skinny but not fat, literally the perfect in between. This person has the cutest smile, and a great heart, and a great love for some of the same vibrations I do (music). This person wants to change the world. This person wants to make others smile. He can be a ray of sunshine in a room, even if he feels like a dark cloud. I just know it. This person wears his heart easily on his sleeve. This person trusts easily. This person has pain I still don't know about. This person drinks to no longer feel this pain. This person researches common controversial topics on his own. He is extremely culturally smart, and scientifically as well. Well rounded. This person has anxiety at night, if only he could see his potential. This person is scaring me in the way I feel I don't know if I compare. This person is scaring me because I fear the day he will decide he no longer likes me.


But what is a relationship? A relationship is a friendship is attraction. A relationship is a connection. A body connection and a mind connection. It is wanting similar things in life. It is being there for each other. It is being open, honest, and understanding. It is sharing the same atmospheres, the same experiences. Like fall hay rides, Christmas light exhibits, walks in the snow, a new years kiss after a little too much whiskey. A relationship is open. It is showing someone who you are. It is talking in weird voices. It is vulnerability. It is building each other up when the rest of the world seems to be pushing you down. It is constantly support but also that little push of motivation you sometimes need. It is someone to eat pizza and watch netflix with. It is someone to cook for. It is someone to get drunk with. It is someone who will touch your feet. It is someone who will kiss you in the right places. And not because they've done it before but because you told them exactly how you like it, like you've never told anyone else before. It is comfort. It is pushing through the discomfort. It is exploring the boundaries. It is growing together so you can also grow separate. It is creating new memories where old memories once were. It is going new places together. It is nice dinner at new restaurants. It is nice dinner at familiar places.  It is a chance to touch the sky. It is a chance to stumble on the ground. It is a risk. It is sleeping with your eyes open. It is caution. It is surprises. It is new colors. It is the same familiar blanket, with a different smell underneath. It is smiles. It is stinky morning breath. It is butt-sweat wet boxer briefs. It is the absence of boxer briefs. It is the mixing of energies.

Some people feels things so deeply while others feel things on the surface. And I wonder why this is. I wonder why some people with great potential never strive to their truest form. I wonder why some people fall short. I wonder why some people heal easily from long relationships, while some people, even years later, cannot stop thinking about it. I wonder how some people are so externally lovable, so easily, and so soon. Doesn't their skin feel weird? Doesn't their protective layer of plastic skin wrap tightly around them? Maybe they don't have plastic skin. Some people just glide through life, allowing themselves to feel things easily, to let thoughts run through them without defining them. They are a stable core. They are a constant.

There is beauty in everything, you just have to look.