peyton elise.
i find beauty in the hurt.
i seek elegance in the mundane.
i create stories in the daily’s.
i gain strength in the waiting.
…
quirks and spilled coffee.
revelations and happy tears.
— i feel deeply.
vision and declarations.
chamomile and vanilla.
— i love fully.
monday’s and planning.
the moon and yellow.
— i think with intensity.
…
although the heartache brought ashes to the ground
beneath my bare-feet,
beauty found it’s way into my beaten path
and hindered my plans to sulk sweetly.
my existence reins on the sinking sand
and step by step, i found myself
mumbling prayers of hope
and petitions of tomorrow.
i claim the footsteps that lead me here,
i gathered the pin drops from every location
that brought courage into the mystery
of my story.
i am found.
i am whole.
i am true.
…
i guess my grandpa dying is a thing that happens at 28.
suns setting — endlessly,
and days trickling away — quickly.