Sarahbeth

Dear

Theater,

We’ve had some wonderful memories. For starters, I’ve met some of the most talented people within your abode that I’m sure will go on to complete countless works and wonders. Also, I’ve met my closest friends there. Friends of whom I would sword fight with, travel the world with, play dress up with, snuggle the day away with, and fall in love with. What more could I have asked for.

but as I’m coming to realize, with all great things in life:
It all must come to end. 
 
Adieu Grand Friend!
May my hand prints and loving memory ever remain with those to come hereafter…

Dear

Prom,

Before: The day beheld frantic attempts to purchase moccasins (which led my wonderfully tolerant Momma and I across the island) and splendid time in the kitchen doing my woman thing— and let me just tell you, picnics are my forte in life. Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip cupcakes and familymart delectables all wrapped up in twine—like a pro. 

During: Let’s be honest, your music sucked… contrary to common belief, this dazzling frame I behold was never intended to dance to songs about “booties” or “shots”. But the Indian outfits were a win for the Cody & Sarah Unit.

After: What a wonderful feeling it is to run amongst the town, eat japanese food late into the morning, and sit around listening to the rain dance upon the street. I’m going to miss that. I’m going to miss us and our crazy antics our teenage selves perform.

Another memory filed away… millions more to go. 

Dear

Mannequin Man,

It’s odd how I will reach to anything or anyone for the security and strength I need regardless of their, or its, actual ability to sustain me in reality. Sometimes I’ll reach out simply to find higher grounds; simply to get my head above the beating waves so I can once again fill my lungs with what I was once told would keep me alive: air…

I remember when you were no more than a yellow blanket with satin edges that I could rub between my toddler hands as wanted. A rudimentary soothing system for stresses and pains that would only grow.

Now it seems that things have evolved into such a state where materials no longer sustain me.

I need so much more. 

Dear

Ever Approaching Summerland,

Well hello there! I didn’t see you sneaking in ever so slyly through the back door. I’ve been beckoning you for quite some time and boy am I ready to enter your graces once again. I’m ready to wake up every day and run for miles under the sun and feel my skin burn. I’m ready to wear a swim suit all day and lay out beneath the swooning clouds. I’m ready for blonde hair and freckles and bright blue eyes. I’m ready for…. good byes? I’m ready for… moving on? I’m… hesitant at times.

As I cross off the days I’m all ready and yearning for the silver lining to finally unfold before me… but it flusters me too.

Oh life. It’s like eating speed or flying a plane. It’s too bright.