I have found hope, love and happiness in my networks, family and myself in this past few years. I would love to constantly be a hope to others and so I say a prayer to the moon that I will always be that light in the world when it seems a little dark. The gentle light that is is hopeful and keeps paths defined. It is also a prayer that those who have changed me may continue to be a force to reckon with and a source of strength and joy to others as they were to me

Sometimes I forget to be grateful for the people in my life. This is both an appreciation and thanksgiving for the constant support and being in my corner despite their own daily struggle.

We all have that person that we fight with but always return to. Obviously you are not the same person and you will disagree on certain things but your love is constant and keeps you ever so close even when you would rather hate each other. It is because you care about them more than wining an argument or staying right. That for me is the trend of my friendships. I get upset but in a split second I am worried about whether they ate or are safe. So to those I hold dear, it's a forever thing. Our love is home.

Who is he? Well that will remain a mystery just as the puzzle of how his laughter cures your pain. Not looking for answers but for a place that we could call home. It doesn't have to be the one you love or hoped to but the person who keeps you in the best spirit. Selfish? A little. Necessary? I would love to think so. In any case his name is always on my mind but of course I would not use the actual name. There is no need to let that secret out just yet.

Imagine meeting a stranger and never seeing their face but always seeing them in your darkest hour. No name. No face. A constant desire to go to that place where only you could exist. Well that is the story of love forbidden, lingering hope though a definite end is in sight. Will you gather up the courage to face fear? Remember there is no rush. So take your time. Return as often as you would need to to remember the goal.

I will forever be grateful for the people who stood in my corner. The people who gave me strength when I was ready to give up. The people who find me seated by a roadside and reignited my failing hope, showed love and gave support to keep me going. W all need those people who remind us that the sun always shines even when we cannot see it.

When we make mistakes we easily turn against our own self and begin to tear ourselves down. We forget to love ourselves and our mistakes. We forget to be better. Sometimes all you need is a gentle reminder that you are who you are despite the dirt on your palms. Dust yourself off and reclaim that smile.

Sometimes when people leave or walk away you want to hold on. That is just the broken part longing and calling. We are all afraid to lose a part of ourselves. Hope remains alive even in these times and so does love. Moving on is just the acceptance of fact that happened and a realization that you can keep going cause you deserve to. Memories are to be respected and untainted. 

When you find yourself falling and loosing strength. When all else seems to be failing. You hold on to one thing. Hope! Finding it or finding him/her is such an amazing feeling... that feeling of hope arriving and so you can finally love again.

The story of where it all begins.