“Find What You Love And Let It Kill You.”

I love mornings. And feeling silly just after waking up.
I love feeling protected by the love that surrounds me.
I love feeling the lightness in my chest and the weight in my head late at night when I’m talking to my best friend.
I love the cold, and how it reminds me of certain moments when I didn’t care about my purple fingertips or burning eyes.
I love the feeling of bliss when I’ve run out to the beach at 11 pm in my underwear.
I love laughing so hard my stomach hurts.
I love my favorite songs, and how certain lyrics just meld together and make so much sense.
I love balloons and watching them float away.
I love sparklers on holidays.
I love night-swimming.
I love the smell of you and how it lingers.
I love the words, “You’re so dumb”, said with a smirk.
I love giddy laughter and sad laughter and nervous laughter and sleepy laughter.
I love hearing voices get higher when they speak about something they love.
I love eyes that smile.
I love color, and how I know it’s a blessing when I see my favorite ones set the sky ablaze.
I love the night sky, and how gazing at the stars make me feel miniscule.
I love observing people’s quirks, and watching them fiddle with their hands during conversation.
I love the fire in my cheeks when someone compliments me, catching me off guard.
I love myself, and I’d be okay falling dead right this second if it means I’ve lived a life worth living.

5 Replies to ““Find What You Love And Let It Kill You.””

  1. You inspire me more than I can put into words! You are an incredible young lady with love and understanding of yourself and all that surrounds you! I envy your thought process and hope you keep it open at all times. Your writings will convey to others what a beautiful individual you are and will certainly touch others!

  2. Every part of this crackles with feeling. So well done, Rach. Your descriptions reveal so much of you in such few words. I love lines like these:

    “I love hearing voices get higher when they speak about something they love.
    “I love the night sky, and how gazing at the stars make me feel miniscule.
    I love observing people’s quirks, and watching them fiddle with their hands during conversation.”

    Good stuff!

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