I know you do not feel like it. Being brave is not just a state of mind or feeling. It is weathering the worst and continuing to survive. Those tears and pale complexion never took away from it all. Even when you were so used to it that you showed no signs of struggle. You…

You put me in motion. Understood my design from the start. Saw my potential and purpose. Carefully gilded by choice. Set free into the world with pride. You knew me. *** Oh how happy I was when I knew you had set me in motion. The pride you must have in your work and in…

I have never been to heaven. But I can tell you what might feel close. A transcendence of being. Relaxation of the soul. Sharpening of the senses and beautification of the heart. A state not easily found elsewhere. *** There is no magic to the process. A simple ritual of action. The only requirement of…

I accept this. I accept that. I accept what is out of my control. I accept what I created myself. I accept my past errors. I accept the fear of the future that comes with it. *** Rooted in trust. Defined by knowledge I do not hold. Love created by repetition. A safety blanket woven…

I am bonkers in the timeless kind of way. A VHS replayed over and over until distorted. It is too bad that it is always the favorite part that dies first. Stretched and morphed until no longer of any use. Left to collect dust on a shelf out of immediate sight. Maybe it can be…

I remember the first time. When I began to know that I was different. It was a time of frustration. I was full of defiance. Sitting in the colorful children’s play room at church. I fixated on the way my hands shook. The way they would always shake. Seeing how still the hands of the…

Above all, have faith. That you did enough. That you could not predict the outcome. That this is not the end. That you can push through. That you can learn to let be. *** Remember, you are protected. There are those who root for you. There are some who will laugh and cry for you.…

There is a dark side to success. Sweet like honey and thick with flavor. Created through tedious hard work. Watch as all the pests come crawling. Taking advantage of your tiredness and distraction. They crave it. *** What is yours, can be quickly lost. Consumed by the undeserving no matter the amount. Purity never mattered…

There is a place between. It exists in the nothing. Containing everything. All the variations of probability contained within its halls. Vast rooms holding the fascinating, the mundane, the dangerous. Would you dare brave this place? You might be tempted or torn. Or you may find exactly what you desire. You might be an explorer…

They come down like tiny gems. Glistening in the starlight. Gathering like teardrops on the eyelashes of a widow. Precious and significant. The house creaks under the gentle weight. As I pick raindrops to bet my dreams on as they race. *** They have lives too you know. They have come so far. Drawn down…