Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
TERAZA FAULKNERSometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
TERAZA FAULKNERTake me from this wasteland, for I have longed for an escape like a bird that craves the wilderness, from every corner of his cage.
TERAZA FAULKNERI’m like a lost bird. My wings are not broken, but my heart is. Love always kept me flying. But now, love is what keeps me still.
TERAZA FAULKNERPain is as dark as it is deep. But just like anything that receives enough light, it too will fade over time and become something, a little less ominous, and a little more hopeful.
TERAZA FAULKNERI’m holding happiness as though it never left it was always below my skin. Waiting to be seen waiting for the opportunity to breathe again.
TERAZA FAULKNERThe more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
TERAZA FAULKNERIsn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
TERAZA FAULKNERLove me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
TERAZA FAULKNERIt’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
TERAZA FAULKNERSometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
TERAZA FAULKNERI will always have a little bit of the wild in me. Always remembering what a good heart tastes like. Like love, that never ends. Like you.
TERAZA FAULKNERI am not scared of what I may find within the darkness of this forest line. But I do fear what the wild may find in me. I do fear that kind of vulnerability.
TERAZA FAULKNERSome days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
TERAZA FAULKNERSometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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 FAULKNERMountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
TERAZA FAULKNER