tea lights.

i woke up today with that perfect sunny, sweet feeling. like, why am i so blessed to be here? what has entitled me such a picture perfect morning?...the sun slowly creeping through the curtains that hang overhead. and you, rough around the edges, but a perfect fit into the locket of my life.

you fit. and we're standing here, together.
i think our baggage makes us special. we'll have stories, but more importantly, each other.


i wonder if my brother remembers dancing in the living room like i do, or playing with the napier's in the backyard. does he remember being santa at grammy's house on christmas eve? does he remember playing uno with dad before getting taken to school?
he remembers, i know he does. but does he miss it as much as i do?
he probably thinks im a nut job relating us so closely, but that's what he is to me.
the better, stronger, more optimistic version of myself. and i am so curious to know his fears, only because i make mine an open topic, and he does not.


simple things send me to my knees. i have become so caught up in life, that at times, i am weaker than anyone should be. i am unwilling to admit that my youth plays a strong part in how i've been acting, i wish to hold more of a consistent bad ass attitude, but it's not me. i am a pale blue, not a vibrant red. i guess today will be the day to accept my weakness, and grow strong. i only say this because writing is what has brought such an insecure thought to my mind. annie, you are not bulletproof.
you are not today. but tomorrow, and for the rest of eternity, you will be.
bulletproof.