Hummingbird Wings

I love to watch the way he smiles. I drink it in, wondering if those eyes ever fell on me, if I could bear their weight without a blush. Words of kindness, laughter. I catch my breath as the stars gleam in the sky. I watch as I walk, waiting to catch that glance. Hoping not to let him see, and yet, praying that he will. Maybe in time, the trees whisper as I pass. He smiles and I feel my heart drumming with hummingbird wings. 

Thinking About the Future

I like to think that maybe someday things will be different. 

I like to imagine the world as it could be, instead of how it is. Changing, moving, becoming something that is made new through the gift or freedom, true freedom. I like to think that there's still hope, even when doomsday seems to creep nearer and nearer with every unkind word. 

"You have too much hope." 

"That's not how the world works." 

"F*** off." 

All these things they've said, would have me begin to doubt that there is any reason to keep on imagining. Maybe there is no potential for a better future. The fact of the matter is, they don't care. They're happy in their misery, and content with apathy. Its lazy and it's wrong. It's becoming who I am. Omission is the easiest of all sins, at least in my mind. It sneaks up on you and takes hold without even making a sound. 

Giving in is easy. Standing out is lonely. A man must be good, before he can be great.