“Using each heartbeat as a second chance.”

Remember forgiveness; a kind exhale.

I think there is miracle always spilling into something.

I know the light, but I cannot see it.

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.

I just picked up golf, it was good, give me a chance to play golf.

I decided that I was ready to assume this position when I discovered that the chance to save the country was very meager.

If given a really great chance, I’m going to put it away every single time.

I never stood a chance. He stole your heart first.

To be given a chance over and over again is a miracle in itself.

Just let it go. If its demanding you a chance to be happy, let it go.

I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.

You can risk or forever regret about chances you missed.