“Often all we can do is breathe, even that can be hard sometimes.”

You have caused many oceans to pour from the very eyes everyone says I got from you.

We lock away our secrets and push them deep down so they feel farther away but they will always be inside us, no matter how well we hide the key.

I come as a full course meal, I will no longer hand myself out like a menu and wait for people to pick me out.

I’ve been boiling up for too long, and I’m about to erupt. Its time for the world to feel my fire.

But maybe, We don’t need to be whole to be complete, maybe the fact that we are all a little unfinished is what makes us so alluring, so human.

I’ve spent a lot of my life being lost but aren’t those the best adventures?

Then the light came and swept me off my feet.

Sitting watching the sunset she was thinking about him the way she always did when she saw something beautiful.

When everyone that exists right now becomes history packed into the soil and stars I wonder what they will learn about us.

I’ll never understand how you dumped water on me but didn’t notice me drowning.

Sometimes I just want to put my hands in the air and scream all the reasons I love life into the wind. Until someone comes along to celebrate with me.

I can’t wait to collect memories from every corner of the earth to splash in the vastness of this beautiful world.

Run. Run as fast as you can it doesn’t matter where as long as you feel the wind against your skin. As long as you leave everything safe behind you and don’t look back.

Thoughts are just visitors passing through our minds, sometimes they stay awhile uninvited- anxiety.

You have always been able to manipulate my heart in such a way that even though I’m bleeding, I offer you band aids that are holding me together.

Piece by piece we rebuild the moon each night.

Prayer shouldn’t be casual or sporadic, dictated only by the needs of the moment. Prayer should be as much a part of our lives as breathing.

In the end, it all comes down to the art of breathing.

When I’m with you, I don’t breathe quite right.

You might as well try to hear without ears or breathe without lungs, as to try to live a Christian life without the Spirit of God in your heart.

Let your new self breathe.

I like you brave, I like you breathing free, I like you feeling all of you in you.

Would you want to breathe if you were to ask for oxygen? Would you want to drink if you were to beg for a glass of water? would you want to eat if you were to pray for a plate of food? Well, I wouldn’t.

I want a love that as deep as it feels, it breathes just as free.