My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.

I already am, I always was, and I still have time to be

Love is a broken vase whose shape everyone remembers differently.

Believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces.

We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.

It is better to love every person, than to wait for one person to love you.

We become extraordinary when we realize how extraordinary our existence is.

I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.

I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.

You are quite the beauty. If no one has ever told you that before, know that right now. You are quite the beauty.

Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: You already are. You always were. And you still have time to be.

This universe is a fan of you. Watch the flowers in the morning, how they open towards the same sun that spends it's whole day following you.

I want my words and actions to be the quantification of my love. To make tangible the passions in my heart for the world and the people in it.

Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day, and there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans

So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands before you, fingertips trembling though they may be.

Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.

What made the beauty of the moon? And the beauty of the sea? Did that beauty made you? Did that beauty make me? Will that make me something? Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: already am, always was, and I still have time to be.

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