The Book of Morgan

I like to consider myself an explorer of the world, perpetually curious and always seeking adventure.

She tried to take in as much of the moment as she could.

The peacefulness of the world at 3 in the morning when no one else is awake.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Coming back again and again even after they are sent away.

The stars shining faintly in the sky. Barely outshining the city lights.

The damp sand surrounding her feet as she buried them in the sand.

The salty air blowing her hair into her face.

Her friends quietly talking to her right.

Her beautiful boyfriend sitting quietly on her left, holding her hand. Letting her soak in ever piece of the moment that she could before slowly asking “what are you thinking right now?”

She couldn’t answer. All she could think was how beautiful it all is.

2014 is the year I will write more.

And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.

—C.S. Lewis

I exist as I am
and that is enough.

Truly, madly, deeply

I am foolishly

completely falling”