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tylercostello She placed her palm on the bark, looking off and on. That's when he knew. She was she, and she wasn't special. Not because it was her. He knew, no one is special. Not in the way people seek. Not as specific individual someones. She alone, we alone, mean nothing. But here, together in the world, we react and think and rethink and act. We sigh and sing and tread and test ourselves, test each other. And because of it, because of that, there was beauty and worthiness of that beauty even in the way her hand rested on the bark. And he knew, she would be loved. She already was. Even not knowing it, she already was. 1mon
  •   os83 Fantastic 1mon
  •   tylercostello @os83 That means a lot. Your photographs are always so beautiful. Thank you so much (: 1mon
  •   krisheart You are such an artist in work & words. ♡ 1mon
  •   tylercostello Awh, you give me far too much kindness, @krisheart. I feel far from being an artist. You are wonderful to say so though. (: 1mon
  •   avafae Awww I love you cuz 1mon
  •   tylercostello @avafae Much love. Thank you for being the you you are. (: 1mon

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tylercostello When he looked back down, her eyes were wide. It would be the first time he'd see her reach out for something and he would hold her close because he would know. She would grow up to wander. To test herself and those who loved her with misplaced periods of unplanned absence. Pulled at by the places she had not seen and could not know but that she would somehow feel, somehow find.
He held her close because he knew she would be longing to leave to arrive. He held her close because he knew she would be longed for by strangers because she would always be elusive in passing. He held her close because he knew... she would belong to no one.
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tylercostello Held hands and half-closed eyes. Spent the night here again. Can’t sleep. We watched the sun rise through her hospital room window while she slept. With all chairs taken, I sat on the floor and drew a sea on a styrofoam cup. A steady sea for her to safely sail away on. 1y

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tylercostello When that last song is played and all the someones come together into that "everyone," connected and present and feeling, they light up like the objects they hold up and right then nothing is more real. 1y

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tylercostello It was that type of good. That type of feeling and hearing, moving and shouting. Dancing until your feet hurt but not caring cause no one is caring. Everyone around you is moving and you're all a part of the same thing. And in that then, you get lost. In finding yourself in finding that moment, you get completely and perfectly lost. 2y

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tylercostello At times you're far from observant. So much so even the obvious doesn't always register. But then there are flicker times. Moments that catch you, that hold you. You turn and see buildings and the sight awes you. The sight of something you know so many see everyday, walk past everyday, but today you're not so many. And today you are observant. Because today holds this moment that holds this you. And in that then, you were meant to feel that awe. 2y

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tylercostello This is you, and you forget things can be simple. Things can be just what they are. You raise your hands and cover your eyes. You squeeze them shut tight and tell yourself things are just what they are. You edge yourself along the wall and into the outside. You repeat it, "just what you are, just what you are, just," and when you feel the width of warmth of sunlight stretch over you, you pull your arms back with intake of breath, and black becomes a height of blue. Colors streak in sudden and salient and slip past their objects, streaking the clouds and corners and sky edged around. And with a smile, you finish, "what you are." 2y

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tylercostello Down the alleyway into the courtyard. You will get there after you don't. Your bike will break and your spirits will slip and you'll feel further away then even the distance between you. Then you shall find the answer in the form of a soup can and it will be all you need to carry you to better. To warm. To home. 2y

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tylercostello He will see things things the way he wants to see things and to those that pass by, his colored-canvas still life will still have in it a beauty. 2y

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  •   chrisrwood great shot man! 2y
  •   tylercostello Sometimes all you want is to close your eyes and stay in a moment. Then the world reminds you, nothing is held still, and neither should you be. For good reason, neither should you be. 2y
  •   tylercostello @chrisrwood It was all the moment's. Thanks though, man! 2y
  •   cartersauce_ I love this. 1y

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tylercostello Every journey should include a spiral staircase. 2y

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tylercostello “I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.” 2y

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tylercostello Eventually this will become a "remember that time when" and I will be happy with that, because it will fade but it will still be a part of me, the same as every moment is a part of every person who steps and breathes and lives in those minutes they have. 2y

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tylercostello Flitting thoughts come and go and fray at the edges, keeping just out of reach but always within sight. It can feel fairly fine meets melancholic. And then you come across something. Something like two people dancing. And that's all you need. 2y

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tylercostello Small feet on the cobblestones along the quay. 2y

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tylercostello “I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.” – Lillian Smith 2y

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tylercostello Look out. Sun glinting around the slowly rocking sail boats in the lazy sunlight. The quay behind you moves on in two directions but right now, nothing else exists. Just you. And this. It is yours. 2y

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tylercostello Fields in wheat and flowers, fading in the sunlit colors alight in the oncoming night air. Breathe deep, feel better than fine, you are wondered of. 2y

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  •   tylercostello First bright warmth in the blue above. New and known for you, familiar and awaiting. 2y

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