getcher damn hands up
and this is how it is.
I am kristen. and I live up to my name.
I am spirited.
I have spirit for my school. I have spirit for my potential. I have spirit for my friends and family. but there is a core to my spirit, my essential kristenness, that no one will ever be able to see. it's impossible. maybe, because it was intended for me alone. I don't really know.
but what I do know is that I'm not someone who's gonna take any guff. you stand in my way, I'll push you down. nothing will stop me from being everything I can be.
when I was a little girl, I did the same stuff like playing house, baking cookies with mom, and playing with dolls and having tea parties. but there were also times when I'd stand in the windy grass of my backyard, stare out at my ocean view, and could just tell I was meant for something huge, something spectacular.
I've always known it.
my wings have yet to fully extend. lord knows I've soared, but not to the heights I desire to achieve just yet. there is so much left for me to do, so many stones to turn over, so many places to make my mark and so many lives to come into, even lives to give birth to. I am spirited. and I will pass my spirit on, not just to the next generation, but to everyone I meet. so hear me.
my obituary in the paper will be far more than just a paragraph noting my birthdate and life achievements. the things I do in my life can never be summed up in a simple paraphrasing. when I leave this world, I'll have left my mark on it, through the people I meet and the things I do. I will make a difference. I will enter into the next world, maintaining my limitless spirituality, and continue to learn, to protect, to hope and to touch, even in heaven.
there is a creature inside of me that has no phsyical form. it's wild, untamed, intense. there is no way for it to be brought in to this world. I can only unleash it when I least expect it, pieces at a time, never in its full intensity, and enjoy the feeling it leaves on my soul. it is what truly makes me live.
when you meet me, if our paths were truly meant to cross, you will see shards of it in my eyes. my eyes are the real window into my being. the one meant for me will look into them endlessly, continuously get lost inside of them, and come almost as close as I am to actually seeing myself through them. he will see my world for as much as possible, without actually being me. and he will let me look in to his own eyes, to capture the movements of his life, and, my hand squeezed tightly in his, we'll make our mark, build our momentum, and we'll fly.
I am kristen. and I live up to my name.
I am spirited.
I have spirit for my school. I have spirit for my potential. I have spirit for my friends and family. but there is a core to my spirit, my essential kristenness, that no one will ever be able to see. it's impossible. maybe, because it was intended for me alone. I don't really know.
but what I do know is that I'm not someone who's gonna take any guff. you stand in my way, I'll push you down. nothing will stop me from being everything I can be.
when I was a little girl, I did the same stuff like playing house, baking cookies with mom, and playing with dolls and having tea parties. but there were also times when I'd stand in the windy grass of my backyard, stare out at my ocean view, and could just tell I was meant for something huge, something spectacular.
I've always known it.
my wings have yet to fully extend. lord knows I've soared, but not to the heights I desire to achieve just yet. there is so much left for me to do, so many stones to turn over, so many places to make my mark and so many lives to come into, even lives to give birth to. I am spirited. and I will pass my spirit on, not just to the next generation, but to everyone I meet. so hear me.
my obituary in the paper will be far more than just a paragraph noting my birthdate and life achievements. the things I do in my life can never be summed up in a simple paraphrasing. when I leave this world, I'll have left my mark on it, through the people I meet and the things I do. I will make a difference. I will enter into the next world, maintaining my limitless spirituality, and continue to learn, to protect, to hope and to touch, even in heaven.
there is a creature inside of me that has no phsyical form. it's wild, untamed, intense. there is no way for it to be brought in to this world. I can only unleash it when I least expect it, pieces at a time, never in its full intensity, and enjoy the feeling it leaves on my soul. it is what truly makes me live.
when you meet me, if our paths were truly meant to cross, you will see shards of it in my eyes. my eyes are the real window into my being. the one meant for me will look into them endlessly, continuously get lost inside of them, and come almost as close as I am to actually seeing myself through them. he will see my world for as much as possible, without actually being me. and he will let me look in to his own eyes, to capture the movements of his life, and, my hand squeezed tightly in his, we'll make our mark, build our momentum, and we'll fly.