memories of my eyes

these are the things my eyes remember
these are the glimpses they flash back to. 

I remember her saying, 

"I have a bad habit of taking pictures of strangers because I believe you should acknowledge everyone you come in contact with." 

I remember sitting in class and watching a boy gasp for breath, hands shaking because he had just spoken in front of the class. I remember watching him and knowing what that felt like. 

I remember the family who came into Taco Amigo. 

I remember because they were on food stamps.

I remember because the mom looked at me ashamed - and I didn't know what to say.  

I remember when I wrote you a 'get well soon' card but you died before I could give it to you. 
(and it's still hanging on my magnet board in my room.) 
I remember watching the white balloons float up towards the sky I remember because the sun was shining on your little spot while someone sang towards the sun.

I remember the note I lost & never found. 

I remember when you first moved here and I made you laugh. I remember because I thought we'd be friends by now.

I remember when growing up was only a dream away.

I remember seeing kids running through the hallways with their friends.

I remember because I saw guys with their mission calls laughing at them. 

I remember seeing kids sitting alone in the hallways and refusing to look up. 
I remember feeling so overwhelmed with sympathy for them that i walked past with tears in my eyes.

When she broke up with you at the dance and you stood there as she walked away, not knowing what to do. I remember your eyes. i've never felt true love but i remember my heart breaking for you.

I remember my sweet friend at the old folks home. 
I remember visiting her room and sitting in one of her rocking chairs. 
I remember laughing with her as if I was already old, as if time had no end, as if worries weren't a thing.

I remember the wyoming night sky. 
I remember because it had never looked so beautiful and if I could, i'd go back to that moment when life was perfectily still and I could finally see Heaven. 
When there were no lights 
no homes 
no planes 
no sound.

these are the things my eyes remember

these are the glimpses they flash back to. 

these moments, these places, these people, remind me that others feel too.

i think these moments change us. 

everytime we get a glimpse into someone elses life, we get a glimpse of ourselves. 

these moments are raw. these moments are real. 

i dont even know if this is making sense to you... ---  I don't even know how to say this to you --- but it's all about theses moments; the glimpses we're privileged to see in each other. 

that's why i remember her saying, 

"I have a bad habit of taking pictures of strangers because I believe you should acknowledge everyone you come in contact with."  

because we're all intertwined in this big thing called life and these moments 

are memories that our eyes took pictures of..

and before we know it we're gone. we're dead. life's over. 

and all we saw and all we knew were those small, insignificant moments that went unnoticed by most, and noticed by some. 

so since we're all graduating and life is going by way too fast, 

~always remember this. xoxo