“Remember forgiveness; a kind exhale.”

Let us be the impossible.

Honestly, I just want to love without the fear of losing anything.

Yes, there are wounds but we are not conquered.

When you hold my hand and it feels like a fresh dream.

There is always a bit of love whispering from somewhere.

But when has worry ever produced a miracle?

But I must admit. I am desperate for hope.

Tell me, what is hope if not a sweet, sweet companion?

Falling apart to fall together again.

Don’t be afraid to feel everything.

Our hearts; the greatest revolution.

Forgiveness – nectar for the soul. A heartbeat.

Most days, I am the rain. – And that’s okay.

All of this heartache is a war story.

What a victory it will be to taste the light again.

We are broken. But never beyond repair.