Your soul is a beautiful type of love.
W. SCOTTYour soul is a beautiful type of love.
W. SCOTTBut what have we learnt without the chaos?
W. SCOTTWould it be safe to say that I find you in every heartbeat?
W. SCOTTHope, it is small. But it is always enough.
W. SCOTTLiving includes being gentle with your own heart.
W. SCOTTI know the light, but I cannot see it.
W. SCOTTLet us be the impossible.
W. SCOTTHonesty, love never stopped looking for you.
W. SCOTTI think there is miracle always spilling into something.
W. SCOTTAnd grace is still opening doors.
W. SCOTTOur hearts; the greatest revolution.
W. SCOTTEven in the rain, I am learning how to find miracles.
W. SCOTTWhat is my ribcage if not a prison for hope.
W. SCOTTDon’t be afraid to feel everything.
W. SCOTTIn a way, hope is a type of courage too.
W. SCOTTThe wound is real but so is the healing.
W. SCOTT