#deafeyes

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Some people trade in their summer for a winter forgetting they don't like the cold.

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Letter to my Daughter

To my princess!

The world is a cold bitter place, but don’t let that smother your flame.

Do not allow your lips to be scarred with the jagged lies and deceit that people spit upon you.

No matter how many times you’re knocked down, no matter how many times you’re heart breaks, share your smile with the world; because if it’s anything like your  mother, your smile can make even the blind see a piece of God. Because perfect things only come from heaven.

Continue to share your heart even when it’s broken ,

And when they ask “how” you tell them you highlighted the cracks with gold because there is nothing ugly in broken things. And you show them that balled fist of yours, and open it like you’re showing them a secret no one else knows. And you tell them that daddy taught you have five fingers for a reason.

Your pinky finger for your promises that you refuse to break.

Your ring finger for that special someone that takes you to museums and never try to touch you because “they say don’t touch the masterpieces”. That girl that writes your name across her heart and everywhere she can because she says once your name is written, you can never die. Or the boy that chases you like the night chases the moon because he doesn’t have time for those dimly lit stars. That person that when you ask them to list the reasons why they love you they hand you a tiny piece of paper with the only thing they could think of, “everything”.

Show them your middle finger for the times they push you too far, but refuse to show them the disrespect of uttering words that can shatter their very existence.

Then your index finger that points to your future as you trace the lines that were written in your past.

And your thumb, to show the world that no matter what, everything will be…o…k!

Princess, please always remember to eat your vegetables, say your prayers, and when needed say your swears!

Remember, you’re not made of braille, so no one needs to touch you in order to know you. You’re not hard of hearing for anyone to raise their voice at you.

Remember to keep your chin up and never look down, but also remember that if you always look up and never look down you won’t be able to see the shit coming our way.

Remember to always be honest, love unforgivably, and trust openly. Remember daddy loves you , but princess more importantly, remember that you are your mother: geared in grace, baths in beauty, stationed in strength, forged from fearlessness, cloaked in confidence and courage, and lost in love.

To my princess, everything I am and everything I have is yours. And even though you're existence has yet to be made, I CANNOT wait to meet you.

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Amazing how hope can make you dig your nails

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At the end of the day, you're all alone.

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How do you measure love?

Some measure it in time. I will wait for you, i love you forever, i love you always.  I love you from the first…time i laid eyes on you. But how far would you go? So you measure in distance.

Some measure in distance, the rivers one would wade or the valleys one would cross, or miles one would gladly trek just to prove that they would do anything to prove that their shoes were made for walking..walking in the name of love. But what about everything else?

But I measure my love in lengths. The length i would go through just to make sure whatever and whoever the issue is taken care of. Length that a ridiculous request is met with intense hours of three words “it was nothing.” Length that a simple request is def-con 1 and every favor, internet site, and phone number has been scoured just to find that certain comforter in that specific plum color that isn’t like this one cause that one is purple and that one is violet, but this..this one is so plum that it makes plums look not so plum.

And the amount of time this all takes may seem like days for you but for me it rapidly skips the hectic monotony of time and in a near savant state to me is mere seconds. Seconds because every breath breathe, every eye blinked, every rabbit beat of the cooling heat of a steady heart meets the love you have already shown me. Because in case you haven’t heard me the first few several times “I don’t HAVE to do anything. I CHOOSE to do everything”. So I choose to love you, I choose to walk miles. I choose to wait forever and a year, I choose to cross that valley and swim with river sharks, I choose to go the lengths not even the gods would venture. I choose to stand side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and hand in hand with whispers in your ear of “We’ll do this together.”

So I propose that the unit of love be choice; where 1 choice holds more value than multiple choices. Because when you love someone, and I mean truly love someone, the only choice that you have is to choose love. So mi amor, cuando se le pregunta como se puede medir el amor, I will say to you I measure it with the choices we choose, and my choice to choose the one I’ve chosen chose THAT choice when YOU chose me.

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Vow

I will not put you on a pedestal, because you’re far more than something beautiful to just look at. Instead I will, have conversations with you and listen intently to your every word’s syllable’s vowel’s phonetic pronunciation. I will not walk over you, but I will walk with you. Hand in hand, step by slightly slower step so you can remember that to me I always put you first. I will not break you down, but I will build you up. every step of the way using the strongest stones and architectural techniques known to man so your legend will outlast your physical being. I will build as long as it takes and rebuilding as many times as it takes for you to be as strong as I know you to be, to ensure your weathering of any storm that dare test your structural integrity! I will not lose sight of what really matters, but if I do I will wear a combination of the strongest prescriptions known to man to help me refocus. And I promise to carry an extra pair just in case. I will not care for you like there is no tomorrow, but I will care for you like there is only today and yesterday didn’t exist. Like there was not a day I couldn’t remember not caring for you. Like everyday is the first day I started caring for you. I will not hold you back, butI will push you forward. I will gently put my hand on the small of your back just the way you like, and in the most gentle yet forceful extension of my arm propel you to where you want or need to be. Motioning you to keep going on and I’ll catch up to you as soon as I can wipe the salt stains from my eyes. I will not weigh you down, I will tie no weights to your feet. But if you need me to I will let go so you can fly as high as a rocket stuck at zero gravity so you can never regress to your previous state. And baby if you don’t like rockets but want to fly like a bird; I will fashion you solar powered wings so unlike Icarus no matter how high you fly you won’t fall. Instead you’ll have all the power you need to go even higher. I will not be attracted to your perfections, but I will be attracted to all of your imperfections. Imperfections that remind me that you are not quite as perfect as I think you are, which poetically squares the circle and makes you even more perfect than I know you are. I will not let you get caught up in the crowd around us, but I will lift you up and put you on my shoulders so you may see over everyone and stand out above the crowd: promising to never let you drop, fall, be pulled down, or put you down. And when you’re ready to come down I’ll make sure that in the process, every step of the way our fingers are intertwined for no particular reason at all other than me just wanting to. I will not exhaust you, but I will promise to get on my hands and knees and try to fix your exhaust every time you need it done; and baby if I can’t I will pay someone to TEACH me to do it so I can do it and when its finally finished I can say, “I did it”. I will not let you cry! But if you do cry I promise to be there as every drop forms over those beautiful eyes I get lost in everytime I see them, and promise to take a glass and catch your tears before they hit the floor. And when you’re finally finished shedding that last tear I will catch that one too and give you that symbolic glass chalk full of unhappy tears so you can see that compared to this glass and those tears that the glass and everything it represents still far exceeds that of the menial liquid inside!  Babe I guess what I’m trying to say is that I will not love you like there is no today, like there is no tomorrow, or there is no yesterday. But I will love you like there is no time left in the world for me to give you all the love I have, no time but right now. I will love you like there is only now!                                 -Through Deaf Eyes

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If Happiness Took Form

I think If happiness could take a form it might resemble glass; I doubt that anything could argue its existence more eloquently.  Even though you don’t notice it, it’s still definitely there. You merely have to change your point of view slightly, then that glass will sparkle when it reflects light.  Sometimes you don’t see it and bump into it causing it to fall and break, and no matter how much you try to catch it before it falls all you can think about is how you can’t believe you didn’t see it there the entire time.  And if it breaks it is no one else fault but your own.  You’ll pray that when it hits the floor Please God just don’t let it break, and when it doesn’t you pick it up wash it off and give yourself a smile a triumphant smile because its still there and even though it may have a little scratch its still good and you’ll be damn sure to make sure you’re sure of where it is at all times. 

BUT if it does break then you stand there for a few seconds, it feels like minutes, as you watch it in slow motion falling and hitting the floor and you can see every single crack as they appear and disappear shattering into what seems like an infinite amount of pieces. The chiming blast drowning out all the profanities you’ve been learning since you were just young enough to learn that you shouldn’t be learning what you were showcasing you learned. Once that’s over you meticulously pick up every grain of what once your go to with the utmost delicacy because the thing about glass is that it has a unique property of once broken cutting you in such a way that even the sharpest kitchen knife has no ability of accomplishing.  It delivers the most unique sensation that you can only get of once happy things now laying on the floor in full disarray. And once you re recompose yourself you continue picking up those broken pieces now even more gingerly than your meticulousness allowed the first time. You try to ignore what just happened.

But you can’t ignore that pain left in your vena amoris so all you do it gaze across the other room and look at the pile of once was and promise yourself never again and that becomes something that will change the rest of your life. The knowing of how that broken glass felt and the knowing of everything it took to get rid of it and the knowing of how much easier it will be next time if you just paid attention to what has always been right in front of you from the beginning.

                                                                               -Through Deaf Eyes

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Almost (Missed Word) Part IV

I remember how we were together forever.  I remember growing old with each other. I remember when we first had Cyan. She was the most beautiful baby girl; she took after you.  I remember after Cyan, came Camalie and Alajah. I remember no longer being in love with just you but being in love with all four of you; my sun, my moon, my air, my earth- you four were my world. I remember walking down the isles three more times. First time giving away my sun so she can bring warmth to someone’s life like you did mine when we met. Then I had to give my air away so she may breathe life into someone else like you did when you gave me CPR after you said yes. Lastly I gave up my moon; it made me think about how no matter what her special someone’s life will never go dark as long as she is there, like you were for me.  When it was all said and done I was still able to stand because of you, you were the force that kept me grounded. I remember it all.  I remember the first time we met, the first date we had, the first kiss we shared; our kids and our grand kids.  I even remember the name of our first pet, where we first lived, and the car we first owned.  The only thing I couldn’t remember was our first conversation. I couldn’t remember what we first said to each other and it took me forever to figure out why. I couldn’t remember our first conversation, because while I was busy remembering what our life would be together I forgot to introduce myself before you left.