Neue Gedichte

Mind.
Thought.
Process.

My name is Alyssa.

I write, I take photographs.

Saying Goodbye

I have photos somewhere, undeveloped.

Memories trapped on a spool.

I say goodbye with each new day, yet you grow there in my heart.

The little things get me. A funny joke I want to share or the way you always made me feel like everything would be alright even if we both knew it would be painful.

I miss you, but you’re in the breeze when I am on a hike.

You’re in the sea, where my toes touch the foam.

You’re eyes were like sea foam, a paradox, peaceful and all the same turbulent.

Such a short time I knew you, but a lifetime of memories remain.

I love you still.

You linger like the last light of day giving hope for tomorrow.

Being 25.

As a child I thought that being an adult came with some awesome power. I have found that this power comes from within. The power to make change and to be change and to just be. Turning 26 comes with a heavy sigh and a heart full of hope and happiness. I have changed over the years and yet something has remained the same, my ability to not just adapt to a new environment but to flourish. Perhaps each of us with enough love, water and sunshine all have the capacity to flourish, it’s our choice. I can’t deny that there isn’t any pain in growth but I can attest that the pain is worthwhile and telling of what we are truly made of. I am embracing my stray gray hairs. I don’t look like I did at 16 but that’s okay, this body is mine. So much promise lingers right here in front of me if I just take to the helm and steer, so may the winds guide me to my home wherever it may be. It’s been an adventure so far. I can count on 26 being nothing less than my own beautiful adventure. Thanks for being a part of it! Here’s to another year full of love, pain, growth and hope. 

Little Women has been my favorite novel since the 3rd grade, my tattered copy has seen better days. I did myself a favor and found Thoreau as well.

Little Women has been my favorite novel since the 3rd grade, my tattered copy has seen better days. I did myself a favor and found Thoreau as well.

My life is bound in beauty, fortunate existence. Pain is fleeting, but love everlasting too deep to be uprooted.

My life is bound in beauty, fortunate existence. Pain is fleeting, but love everlasting too deep to be uprooted.

I’m not sure why solitude nearly always prevails, it’s as though the quiet world beckons so gracefully it would be cruel to refuse. So alas there I go into the mossy entangled forest of solitude. It feels nearly like home but not quite. There is a sting of foreign dust on my nostrils, it makes me feel like I need to sneeze. But the sneeze never happens. So I stand with this itch that cannot be scratched. That sums it up, beautiful quiet forest of uncomfortable existence. The uncomfortable is what wakes me with splendor, the unknown. The beautiful adventure into my own being, there I understand you. It becomes clear.

Taking the road less traveled #alaska

Taking the road less traveled #alaska

ganahan asked: Sprichst du deutsch? Und wenn ja würdest du einen Blick auf meine Rohlinge werfen? Wäre lieb von dir.

Ah I wish I spoke German :/