I saw you again last night. It had been awhile since I saw you last. Even longer since you left. So long that your gentleness once again felt foreign. It was just enough to tempt me to hope. Oh how you tease. Keeping hope that may never be filled alive. Reminding me that such good…

The world is broken. Not because it was designed as such, But because it holds the broken. No, I cannot lie and say I am unbroken. We all are in one way or another. Selfish here. Jealous there. Angry with the universe. Inborn hatred. And yet we expect the world be better. Like our actions…

I told you that your shadow holds more colors than you know. They scream of your victories and failures in kind. You would never know because you never look behind. Choosing instead to wear it as a grand cloak. And oh how magnificent it is. Threaded with all the seasons of life. *** I told…

You have done so well to survive. Grown beautiful in time. But I know you are afraid. It has taken so much effort to get here. As beautiful as you are, it was not easy. Only God knows what your future holds, but you believe you do. *** You were not meant to be plucked…

There are days when it is all too much. The weight too heavy on my head and heart. Problems too large or convoluted to overcome. When almost anything else seems more enjoyable. Then nothing is truly enjoyable. Those are the days when my heart acts up and I want to go home. *** I want…

If I can’t stop time, let me take my time. Seconds may be guaranteed but serenity is not. Laughter is not a promised sound. So many paths exist in life and you will never be able to see them all. So if I can’t stop time, maybe I will focus on the pretty roads. Take…

You know, it’s a good thing that humans struggle to let go. As soon as any amount of energy is put forth, the struggle becomes personal. I don’t think I would have made it a quarter of the way through this life of trials without it. Teaching me to persist against all odds. Some people…

You wish to take flight. To soar through life like those before you. But you remain on the ground watching others fly away. Believing your wings broken and clipped. But a butterfly could despair in the past. Never knowing the beauty it holds. And silly you, you follow the butterfly. Not knowing that your wings…

There is only one thing left to do. Get back to it. You fell off. You messed up. You missed it. Get back to it. *** Would you let this be your ending note? Get back to it. You caught up. You fixed it. You found it. Get back to it. *** Correction was what…

Turns out it is easier to power other people compared to myself. What comes from the heart works best for those blind to it. So please let me be your battery. I promise to never fail. I crave a love blind for both you and me. Let you be my all so I can be…