We all curate;
it’s the nature of the beast. 
But I like open windows, 
and fresh breezes that fill my lungs,
and open doors, 
that let in the sun. 
I don’t like worrying,
or holding tight for fear of slipping. 
I like holding tight because in that moment,
I can’t think of anything that could possibly be better. 
I believe in genuine.
And honest. 
To oneself most of all. 

We all curate;

it’s the nature of the beast. 

But I like open windows, 

and fresh breezes that fill my lungs,

and open doors, 

that let in the sun. 

I don’t like worrying,

or holding tight for fear of slipping. 

I like holding tight because in that moment,

I can’t think of anything that could possibly be better. 

I believe in genuine.

And honest. 

To oneself most of all. 

(via elistarlight)