Breathe

Staring off into space and stressing about this

that 

or the other, forgetting to breathe for what feels like at least thirty minutes. I don't think you can actually get away without breathing for this long - or without blinking for that matter! - but I swear, it feels like I've done it and realize maybe this all started the year my heart first really 
sunk.

When I decided to settle down into my changing skins and consciously peel back every layer of uncertainty; my late-twenties, what a ride.  

The light, doesn't stay dimmed for long.

I remember that faith is visionary. That the world around me functions and dysfunctions, and it breathes, too. It gives, just as much as it pulls and always teaches you that being the big spoon, is what matters

most of all. 

The trust, 

of it all. The way in which you have to choose, in each moment: within yourself and eachother,

To love harder. Louder. More than you ever have before. To mean it with all your heart

and soul.

 

Wearing American Eagle Outfitters 

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Photos by Spencer Kohn