to the one i love.

"the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum." -king crimson

live. die. and inside, we move on and around. and sometimes we don't move. we sit still, like a fallen tree, wasting away and aging. other times, we swim our path, like a salmon upstream, to find its purpose. we climb rapids, we jump, failing often, but succeeding eventually.

life goes on. we win, and lose. we have no control. we love. we hate. we learn that hate is useless. love moves us. god is here, and nowhere.

the sun could melt us away...make us dry. but my love for you is an ever-flowing fresh spring inside my soul that fills my mind with a peace that conquers every struggle and sickness. i vomit and i'm happy because i have you. i bleed and ache, but i have you, and i'm happy. i fight for breath, but i have you, and i'm alive.

you are beautiful. and you make me beautiful inside.

-andrew t.