I’m still falling. Sometimes, it feels like flying.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Lovers asked for your blessing and business pleaded their fortune with you. Politicians swore their truth in your name. Mothers called you down upon their young and fragile while fathers at war mumbled your name under their breath as they lay dieing.
We remember you now. We see your stars in the sky.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
The blackest night will fall and I will be gone like the sun. But in the darkness, you will find something more important than me. You will find yourself, deep in that ink. The sky will lift you up like the moon, to bring light to a landscape starved of it. And I will chase you and you will chase me, in the hope that one day we will find each other again.
And when that day comes, we will cast our light.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Do not be afraid to cry. Your tears are warm drops of light that remind you how to feel. Do not be afraid to laugh. That sound is the song of a world that loves. Do not be afraid to care. It is by caring that you do what must be done. Do not be afraid to stand out.
For, in your case, you have no choice in the matter. You will shine brighter than a thousand suns.
Do not be afraid.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
You think you’re the only one who feels small. You think you’re the only one who isn’t sure what tomorrow might bring. You think you’re the only one who’s scared the world might eat them.
We suffer together and hold each other tight because when we touch each other, we know.
You are never alone. Ever.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
I never met you but I knew all your secrets. You'd spill them late at night across the wires, across the earth, from one continent to another. I don't know what you sounded like but I knew what you'd say. And I didn't even know what you looked like. But I knew how you felt. We trust in strangers the most.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Monday, August 6, 2007
You are already dead in my time. But you are still here. You are the whispering wind that sends goose bumps down my spine and the sensation of water as my foot breaks the surface. You are a lover's fingers on my cheek and a drunkard’s elbow in a crowded bar. You are the grass beneath my toes and the sky above my head. So I smile. Because you are in that too.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Life can be a constant struggle, filled with hardship and obstacles. Or it can be a grand adventure filled with challenges and intrigue. Every second of every day, it’s entirely up to you how you live it. It all ends the same way. How you feel when you get there is the only thing you have control over.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
When you're at that point, when you feel it's all pointless... It's not. The trick is to just keep doing it, that's how you succeed in the end. It's the secret to life, do anything often enough, and for long enough, and you get good at it. So keep on. Keep writing. Keep painting. Keep singing. Keep dancing. Keep fighting. Keep. On.