This universe is a fan of you. Watch the flowers in the morning, how they open towards the same sun that spends it's whole day following you.
Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: You already are. You always were. And you still have time to be.
My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.
We become extraordinary when we realize how extraordinary our existence is.
What made the beauty of the moon? And the beauty of the sea? Did that beauty made you? Did that beauty make me? Will that make me something? Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: already am, always was, and I still have time to be.
I want my words and actions to be the quantification of my love. To make tangible the passions in my heart for the world and the people in it.
So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands before you, fingertips trembling though they may be.
Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day, and there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans
It is better to love every person, than to wait for one person to love you.
I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.
I already am, I always was, and I still have time to be
Believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces.
I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.
Love is a broken vase whose shape everyone remembers differently.
We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.
You are quite the beauty. If no one has ever told you that before, know that right now. You are quite the beauty.
Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.
