Monday, May 25, 2015

The Sky Has Weight

If you carry someone in your heart for too long, it will become heavy.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

The Secrets Hidden In Stone

Here is the most beautiful thing in the world: There are people doing great things that they don't know are great yet.

They sit in their bedrooms, not knowing they are writing the most beautiful song you will ever hear. They go to their jobs, hiding great novels somewhere in the depths of their computers. They paint, not knowing how important their picture will be.

They do all this with no promise of any reward or any recognition, and so there are truly great, secret things, everywhere. Waiting to explode.

It is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Monday, May 4, 2015

The Scars Light Leaves

Don't be me. 

I'm already me. 

Be you.

I've had to be me my entire life to write what I write.

You've got an entire lifetime to work out what you will do, with being you.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

The Fire Is Where We're All Born

All the most beautiful things are pulled from the ground.

All the most beautiful things are made in a fire.

All the most beautiful things are hit again and again.

All the most beautiful things are shaped with hard hands.

Nothing about you is ugly.

You are made of the most beautiful things.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

The Sound Echoes From Room To Room

In sacred halls they'll keep you, and whisper if you listen: Every heart sings a secret song, softly, in your ear.

Monday, April 20, 2015

The First Sounds

Before language, there were only sounds, and we had to tell each other everything we could with nothing but the noises we could make with our mouths.

What sound could you have made for, “Look at all these lights in the sky. Isn’t it amazing?”

What sound could you have made for, “My chest hurts when you are not here.”

What sound could you have made for, “I am hurt, and I am slowly pouring out of me.”

What sound would you have made for, “I do not have a name for the feeling I have when I’m with you, but it is a feeling that I never, ever want to end. Please don’t go to sleep forever.”

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Notes Etched Along Our Arms

Why would you take all the skeletons out the closet?

I remember the music still trapped in their bones.

I could've hummed it for you.

I could've sung us to sleep.