The Church Of Broken Things

I want to break the things you're worried about breaking.

Because I want you to see that broken things are nothing to worry about.

The Impressions On Snow

It's can be hard to convince yourself that the things you feel aren't real. But in order to actually interact with the world, sometimes you must act as if you don't feel them, at all.

The Spider Silk

Choose good friends if you want to stop growing old. 

Whenever they see you, no matter how many years it’s been, they will look at your face and say,

“Look at all the things you’ve done.
Look how beautiful you’ve become.”

The Blind Loving The Blind

I'm sorry.

I was looking at you.

I just couldn't see you.

I was staring into the light.

The Stupid Things I Need To Hear

Sometimes people who you like, won’t like you.

That’s ok.

Sometimes, everyone around you will talk about all the incredibly cool things they’re busy doing and you will have very little to talk about yourself.

That’s ok.

Sometimes, you will wake up and you’ll just be sore for no real reason.

That’s ok.

Sometimes, you won’t know what to do and people will say, “I’d kill to have your problems!” and that won’t magically and suddenly stop them from being problems.

That’s ok.

Sometimes, I’m saying it to you because I hope that one day, you’ll be able to say it to me.

That’s ok.

The Failure Of Prayer

I tried to tell you how much you mean to me.

How every part of you is made of the dark side of light.

How seconds hit like glass hammers.

How every millimeter of your skin softly sings a song only it knows.

I tried to tell you how much you mean to me.

How a billion black oceans float between the things you say.

How shadows chase shadows.

How low the birds fly when I blink. 

I tried to tell you how much you mean to me.

How this house becomes church light in autumn.

How we can be, and be, and be, and be again.

How a porcelain heart can beat so hard it breaks itself.

I tried to tell you how much you mean to me.

But all that came out was poetry.

The God At The Station

Isn't love just a kind of God that stops existing when you stop believing?

Who could believe in that?

And yet, people do.