“I want to be something to pray for but I don’t know how to be.”

She has learned so much from dying only to be born again.

I remember when I was the only sin you liked to kiss.

I loved each and every one of your faces.

Tear me open and rest inside me.

Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.

I am a child of borderlines and we are two lands, carved differently.

For once I want to be something that lasts.

I’m sorry only I can both drown you and be the summer that dries it away.

This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.

When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.

I am unbearably human.

The most beautiful parts of your body are those you had to grow again.

Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.

Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.

I’ve got nothing left to give but I keep digging deeper.

Read the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.

Come Jesus, restore my soul tell me things that I don’t know.

It is not certain that everything is certain, neither is it certain that everything is uncertain.

It’s the unknown that makes me feel the most vulnerable.

May today be the day you step out in faith into this unknown, knowing you are never alone. For he promised to never leave you.

I’ve met people who didn’t even know there was a Calvin Klein; they thought it was just the name of a product.

There’s always fear of the unknown where there’s mystery.

Greatness is a road leading towards the unknown.

A lot of people don’t know, but New Jersey has, like, 700,000 acres of farmland.