“You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.”

If you’re growing, trust me, you’re still young.

Even in the smallest whispers, love always echoes back.

Stop holding so tightly onto your love. The wind knows where it needs to go.

Its amazing how you return everything the world takes away from me.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

And every time they have touched me, my skin has asked if its you.

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

I was never angry with you. I was sad, because I was afraid you’d lost your way.

I will not say that your mulberry trees are dead; but I am afraid they’re not alive.

I’m not afraid to say I’m at war with the pigs.

I’m not afraid to say I’m at war with the pigs.

I regard the afterlife to be a fairy story for people that are afraid of the dark.

I’m no longer afraid of conflict, and I don’t think conflict is a bad thing.

Do not be afraid, do not yield to fear.

You should not be afraid of doing what your mind tells you to do, just listen to your heart.