magic, by us.

Who am I? 

&

Why am i best

At only wasting my time

I don't know what i'm gonna be

I don't know what i'm working to

But I do know that something about this makes me happy.

Something about the way the words just start

To fall out of my mouth

And– it makes everything

Make sense again.

I don't consider myself to be someone of

Higher standing,

Of intense strength,

But I didn't think that

18 was just the tip of the self-hating iceberg

Your 20’s are ready to whip your ass

Into shape 

Over and

Over

Again. 

I know what I want to be.

It's what I think I can’t be. What I may never be… 

. . .

In my head i am dancing in the rain

Care free

And i'm okay

I have all the things i need

All the things i wanted

And i just know 

With certainty

everythings gonna

be

okay.

. . .

She’s strong, resilient, and doesn't take shit from anyone. 

But she's not me, is she?

You mean to tell me that's the same girl who won't leave her bed for periods of time? The girl who cries after a shift at the restaurant? That girl?

Yes. The same girl who kisses her dog on the forehead, and the same girl who never stops chasing her dreams. The girl that holds his hands the way she does, and loves like she's never loved. 

You mean to tell me that they both can coexist inside of one person? 

Yes. You are made up of magic, Zoe. You can do and be anything… be anyone you want. Life is not predetermined. You can make this one into literally fucking anything you want. 

…

When I look into the mirror from now on, I will not focus on my flaws. I won't focus on everything I am not. I will see myself for what I am. 

And what you are…

Magic. 

xo, zo