Saturday, June 27, 2009
Monday, November 24, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
There are no shortcuts in life... or love. The pain must be felt. The alternative is much worse. It's what makes us special; what makes us beautiful; what makes us worthy. The pain of how we love, but the pain is accompanied by something else... Hope.
With your pain there is hope, and there is where you are, somewhere between agony, optimism, and prayer.
So you are a human, you're alive, and that's what we are.
With your pain there is hope, and there is where you are, somewhere between agony, optimism, and prayer.
So you are a human, you're alive, and that's what we are.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
There was a time the August sun was high and centered on me
But it dipped behind my back and settled down
Used to squint for the land
Used to size it in my hand
But it fell behind the line that meets the sky
But it dipped behind my back and settled down
Used to squint for the land
Used to size it in my hand
But it fell behind the line that meets the sky
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
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