The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
TERAZA FAULKNERThe more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
TERAZA FAULKNERShe teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
TERAZA FAULKNERLove me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
TERAZA FAULKNERSome days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
TERAZA FAULKNERMountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
TERAZA FAULKNERSnow relies on branches much like I rely on love but snow knows how to let go and I know how much it hurts.
TERAZA FAULKNERCatch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
TERAZA FAULKNERDawn breaks and this heart breaks, too. Yet the sun continues to rise and this heart of mine knows only of the journey down, like an eclipse of the heart.
TERAZA FAULKNERWe are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
TERAZA FAULKNERPain made me grow in the most unexpected places. And now I know what it feels like to be a wildflower.
TERAZA FAULKNERMorning mist like a blanket to dawn, obscures the hope of a new day. Yet the sunrises high, and the blanket falls and hope returns to the stage.
TERAZA FAULKNERShe fades away falls behind the curtain of the night and retreats beyond the darkness as though she is gone for good. Yet, she always returns. And so does, love.
TERAZA FAULKNERIt was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
TERAZA FAULKNERI wish for a world where our hearts could be seen on the outside and we acred more about what our love looked like than our faces.
TERAZA FAULKNERI am caught between the meadow and the sky knowing I can walk long distances, but believing there’s something greater than where my feet can take me.
TERAZA FAULKNERWe choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.
TERAZA FAULKNER