“Can the contents of a bottle make misery evaporate? I’ll be damned if it does but I’ll spin it anyway. – self medicated.”

Is it still a game if no one knows your hiding? – hide and seek.

Tomorrow’s thoughts swallow today’s contentment. Mind, Be present. – mindfulness.

I hope you find grace in the spaces in between your racing thoughts and melancholy – be kind to your beautiful mind.

I want more for you than you want for yourself. Everyone needs an advocate who’s not the devil. – your advocate.

In your presence there is fullness of joy.

How can we sing in harmony when we don’t know the melody god is singing over us? listen to the fathers voice. He speaks softly and loves deeply.

In the midst of my breaking I am becoming.

For the heart that needs a dose of courage don’t run, don’t hide, don’t fear, hold on.

Ask for the grace you gift others ( you’re allowed to need what you give.) – you’re not needy.

I talk too much speak too much I think out loud wish I knew what’s on your mind. – overthinking.

When the darkness closes in, push back.

Every heart needs a home that isn’t made of flesh and bone. – another place called home.

Oh, to be a plant, turning toxins into oxygen bringing life into empty spaces.

I’d exhale every breath I have just so you could inhale all my confidence in you.

We look for love under covers hiding cold feet but you can’t find something that’s not there to see. – missing piece.

Two lost vessels can’t guide each other home when neither can see light lining the hidden horizon. – lost at sea.

Is anything so pure? Or is love, by its nature, a reciprocity, like oceans and clouds, an evaporating of seawater and a replenishing of rain?

Where does rain come from? It comes from all the dirty water that evaporates from the earth, like urine and the water you throw out after washing your feet.

The heart fills with warm rain that turns to mist and evaporates through a colder artery.

Those most moved to tears by every word of a preacher are generally weak and a rascal when the feelings evaporate.

I don’t see the future as bright, language-wise. I see it as a glass half empty – and evaporating quickly.