I have been reading the blogs for two hours now
I've gotten pieces of inspirations and can't seem to put them together
I just hope that my heart cements the handprints your writing has impressed on me
I'm ready to learn your veins and the beatings your heart has to take
and I know the ways of my heart and want to learn the reasons yours has rhythm
I want to except the hardships of love because I'm ready to fall even if no one is there to catch me
At least that's what the pages tell me when I turn them
 And it's what I want
    And I want to, I want what I want to exist perfectly
I'm ready to fall because I know that even if maybe I shouldn't I could get caught
 but that's all I wanted and it was to learn how to imperfectly love perfectly
I feel it in the people and the stories I see
Todays blog is short in reality

I say I want to learn more hearts, but it's just a lie cuz I feel I've already learned yours and want I to stop searchin

My heart couldn't ever end with just one sentence anyway and nelson told us to keep working on our heart so I will until the beating stops and I can't seem to keep the rhythm of love

And if there's one thing you should know it's that my heart's always showing and growing in my hand
The bigger it gets the smaller I worry about how big it recieves

My eyes are openly placed for closing lids on judgment
That nose that's sitting beneath sight will sit and breathe rather than smell the vowels of the ground
There's a mouth underneath holes that strives to be a crooked beacon of light
My tongue hides only to surprise them with I've been there before
Necks turn and I'm training mine for good
Sometimes arms bend and break catching the fall yet strong and firm around many is what matters most of all
Hands for leading and waving things like don't give up, tie your shoes and you'll understand soon
My fingers are learning to braid trust and grip pillows fighting to keep the fun
Legs are funny because they hurt but know to keep walking towards finding ways to help
My toes curl to help keep my firmness in what's right rather than a stiffness of hatred
I am different limbs, parts, and senses
I am a walking life full of repeated mistakes
I am someone who can hurt
I am scared of the toaster popping
But most of all
I am placed here
I am placed here  adding up to be someone
who can make this world
I am placed here adding up to be someone who can make this world, with different walking lives who make repeated mistakes,
A better place 

A more perfect place to make mistakes