tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50069677272967813362024-02-18T21:46:52.493-05:00Lunch Box LettersHolidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.comBlogger298125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-57165532556200754912017-05-13T21:19:00.001-04:002017-05-13T21:19:07.920-04:00The llamas.Because of you, for a whole year, "llamas" was my favorite word.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-79452846714009187232012-12-23T03:03:00.001-05:002017-05-13T21:20:53.821-04:00The wish.What I wish for every time I make a wish, is just for only good, kind things to ever happen to anyone ever again for the rest of forever. For things to get better, for everyone. For no more suffering or hurt or pain.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-30813473719280883942012-04-07T23:50:00.000-04:002012-04-11T13:30:53.459-04:00The love.There is great suffering and great evil in this world. But there is also kindness and good, too.<br /><br />Our lives can change forever in a single instant. All we can do is hold on to what we have. Hold onto the people who you love. Love is the only thing that keeps this world from tearing itself apart.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-50650499309672942972012-03-11T03:04:00.000-04:002012-04-11T13:29:31.078-04:00The staying.It's so easy to run away. It's so hard to stay.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-64030283657578777542012-03-10T20:06:00.003-05:002012-04-11T13:27:47.644-04:00I miss you.I wish that I could be there to rescue you ever time you needed to be rescued. I wish that I would hear you when you cry for help, and always be there to come running. I wish I could save you when you don't even realize you're in danger.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-23594895617840248832012-03-09T20:05:00.001-05:002012-03-09T20:05:00.596-05:00Make it not true.I wished for all of the sad things to not be true.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-38446725690789424402012-01-17T03:08:00.000-05:002012-01-17T03:08:00.475-05:00The shortness of life.I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to reach out, and hold your hand. I didn't, I wasn't brave enough. Life is so short, too short to not reach out and hold your hand.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-7398789781085752062012-01-05T00:01:00.000-05:002012-01-05T00:01:01.371-05:00Even the mountains seem less tall.I remember first stepping into this town. I had a backpack, a pair of shoes, and a lot of dreams.<br /><br />Now, the trees seem smaller. Even the mountains seem less tall. And my feet feel farther away.<br /><br />I hope you have the experience of growing out of a place, and needing to put on your walking shoes. And I also hope you'll never have that experience.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-11649938753170913272011-11-21T03:07:00.000-05:002011-11-21T03:07:00.464-05:00You exist.I just want you to know, you are wonderful. I'm so glad you're in the world.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-47227103777470642832011-11-13T14:21:00.001-05:002011-11-13T14:21:34.604-05:00Occupy.Stand up. Speak out. Stay warm.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-35177482994640625722011-11-11T11:11:00.000-05:002011-11-11T11:11:05.062-05:00The wishing well.Do wishes really not come true if you tell someone what you wished for? Where did that superstition come from? Did someone make a wish, keep it a secret, and it came true? I wonder if wishes you tell people come true.<br /><br />It seems more likely to me that if you tell people what you wished for, it would come true. The more you talk about it, write it down, think about it, the more likely it is you'll be focused on what you wish, and you'll make it come true.<br /><br />Right?Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-64575385728984249502011-11-01T00:06:00.000-04:002011-11-06T08:21:20.316-05:00A big house.I wish I had a big house where we all could live. One day I will. And whenever you have nowhere to go, and you're scared, you can come stay with me. You can stay forever, if you want.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-55031066072748078592011-10-12T00:01:00.000-04:002011-10-12T00:01:01.233-04:00Our tragedy.I can't tell you to appreciate what you have. You've never been without it, how would you ever be able to understand its value?<br /><br />I can't tell you that it's possible to miss something you've never had. There's nothing you've never had that hurts so much it's like a hole in your heart. You've never been nostalgic for places you've never been, and you've never missed people you've never known.<br /><br />You will never understand, and that is your tragedy. But I can't know what it's like not to understand, and that is mine.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-66518431338313348792011-08-30T00:00:00.001-04:002011-08-30T00:00:05.102-04:00Money, love, and freedom.
<br />I wish we could all get paid to do something we love and would do for free.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-90432176774665541152011-08-29T00:00:00.001-04:002011-08-29T00:00:04.700-04:00Secrets, again.
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<br />I hope that all your secrets are wonderful things, that you can't wait to tell the world, and is hard for you not to say.
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<br />I hope you don't have any dark secrets or sad news secrets.
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<br />Mostly, I hope you don't have to keep any secrets.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-51711119407924250072011-08-28T00:01:00.001-04:002011-08-28T00:01:00.610-04:00Patience.
<br />I'm not very patient. I don't know how to be. And the closer I get to whatever I'm impatient about, the less patient I get.
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<br />I hope you have patience. It makes waiting far more bearable.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-40811914821210873392011-08-27T00:03:00.002-04:002011-08-27T00:03:00.708-04:00Mistakes.It's ok to make mistakes, as long as you grow and learn from them. Some people never will. Don't get angry about it. Smile to yourself and think, how much I'll grow, and how much they'll never know.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-75323600443015836182011-08-26T00:08:00.002-04:002011-08-26T00:08:00.528-04:00Wish.If I had only one wish, I would wish for more wishes. And if I couldn't wish for more wishes, I'd wish for the ability to grant an infinite amount of wishes to other people. And if I couldn't wish for that either, I'd wish for a cessation of all suffering for the rest of forever and backdated to the beginning of time.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-46560047930862131022011-08-25T00:03:00.001-04:002011-08-25T00:03:00.401-04:00Trust."You can tell me anything," people say. "I won't judge you. I won't think any differently of you. You can trust me."
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<br />But people are people. And they can't know what they'll do or how they'll react.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-15834344977874003582011-08-24T01:33:00.000-04:002011-08-24T01:33:00.296-04:00Home.
<br />I want to go home.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-61296476478673380202011-08-23T00:01:00.001-04:002011-08-23T00:01:00.707-04:00The texture.
<br />I want to take off my shoes and walk on the grass. I want to walk barefoot on the sandy beaches. I want to walk into the ocean and never walk back.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-49428741376014330632011-08-22T01:37:00.001-04:002011-08-22T18:27:40.151-04:00Beautiful and ugly.
<br />Life is beautiful and life is ugly.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-37434725307569978452011-08-19T04:17:00.000-04:002011-08-22T18:24:23.243-04:00Secrets.
<br />I hate keeping secrets from you.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-70084785351850561422011-08-18T03:19:00.001-04:002011-08-22T18:23:24.058-04:00Marionette.
<br />Sometimes I wish I was a marionette, a puppet on strings. And never have to be in control or make my own decisions again. Life is full of tough choices, and I don't want to face them.Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006967727296781336.post-53861664562374350262011-08-17T03:47:00.000-04:002011-08-22T18:22:16.340-04:00Hopscotch.
<br />Did you ever play hopscotch when you were a kid?Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264098070639172415noreply@blogger.com0