Wednesday, April 29, 2015
The Fire Is Where We're All Born
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.
Written by Me at 7:56 AM 3 comments
Thursday, April 23, 2015
The Sound Echoes From Room To Room
Written by Me at 2:13 PM 2 comments
Monday, April 20, 2015
The First Sounds
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.”
Written by Me at 7:09 AM 4 comments
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
The Notes Etched Along Our Arms
I remember the music still trapped in their bones.
I could've hummed it for you.
I could've sung us to sleep.
Written by Me at 12:24 AM 5 comments
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
The World Takes Tiny Parts Of Us
“What is the most important thing I could be doing today and why aren’t I doing it?”
And then be prepared for the answer to be,
“Being patient with my soul, being kind to my heart, and being ok, with being me.”
Written by Me at 7:58 AM 2 comments
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
The Sky Will Be Filled With Light
And you and I, we will truly see each other.
Perhaps for the very first time.
Written by Me at 8:05 AM 1 comments
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