Saturday, November 22, 2014
You are a world full of sorrow, joy, and greatness.
You are the calm, the rage, and the aftermath of the storm.
You are more than drunken kisses with no promises.
You are the kiss of commitment on the marriage day.
You are prone to make mistakes, but you are also able to find grace.
You are so much more, and I would hate it if someone broke your heart so much that you forgot that.
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Monday, November 17, 2014
Sunday, November 16, 2014
If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren’t finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going.
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Sunday, November 9, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Turn turn away
From the sound of your own voice
Calling no one,
just a silence
Run to see you at the edge
Fall off the avalanche
Turn away
Hold hold the light
That fixes you in time
Keeps you under
Takes you over
The wall that love divides, between waking and slumber
Turn away
Turn turn away
From the weight of your own past
It's magic for the devil
And betray the lack of change
Once you have spoken
Turn away
Calling no one,
just a silence
Run to see you at the edge
Fall off the avalanche
Turn away
Hold hold the light
That fixes you in time
Keeps you under
Takes you over
The wall that love divides, between waking and slumber
Turn away
Turn turn away
From the weight of your own past
It's magic for the devil
And betray the lack of change
Once you have spoken
Turn away
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