Einstein's Relativity tells us that time slows at fast speeds,
So much so that it stops when travelling at the speed of light.
As you look up at the stars tonight think of this:
The photons that travel across the universe to your retina,
Are created in the depths of a star and destroyed within your eye,
In the same instance.

They say that not all plants can grow where they are planted.
Maybe they don't have enough soil to support them,
or maybe their leaves get crushed and folded together from lack of room.
Or perhaps they are planted in a place where there isn't enough sunlight surrounding them.
In even worst case scenarios, maybe they are a lone daisy in a field of roses,
or maybe they get stepped on before they have a chance to bloom, or barely ******* sprout.
So tell me now, why is it so easy to grab a plant by the stem and rip it out of the dirt where it was first planted if things just aren't working in that plants favor?
Tell me please how it is so simple to get down on your knees and dig your nails into the ground and repeatedly throw the earth over your shoulder and make a new hole for that plant to have a second chance?
I want to know how you can take the roots of that plant, looking like a spider with hundreds of broken legs, and place them in a new hole just to cover them up again in only a matter of minutes.
I want to know why that flower effortlessly got a reversal of fortune.
I want to know why someone looked at that limp flower and saw its dismay and decided to kneel and help it.
I want to know why its not that easy for me.

-c.g

I hate to admit it but,
Maybe his time has come
Maybe he's meant to go
Three weeks of hanging on
He has no reason to
His love has gone
His mother is waiting
His best friend is there
Everyone he's lost along the way,
Waiting with open arms
Oliver
Abby
Evelyn
Joseph
Quinn
Ally
Catherine
And those are just a few
His family is there
He's lost everything
But himself


A short poem for Andy. Who was moved back to his home town for his last few weeks. Andy has been battling a cancer called soft tissue sarcoma. This has been a two year battle. It's closer to stage five than four now and he's been given three weeks to live. To say goodbye, to try and get better. Help me out and repost this to give him a reason to fight. Write your own poems and show him there's a reason to stay  #ThisIsForAndy and #ANewReligion    ~Thanks~

Most people know that struggling in quicksand will only make you sink faster.
Yet, when you are young, you are also taught to never give up.
So, are you telling me to patiently wait for my entire body to be engulfed by sand?
Or are you telling me to fight the current and try to pull myself out, ignoring the rate at which my body is going under?
In a situation where your clothes were to catch on fire,
you are taught to stop before you drop and roll.
If my body were to ever be covered in flames,
would I have the self control and calmness to stop moving and get to the ground?
When the Titanic was inevitably sinking in the middle of arctic waters, crew members were yelling at frantic passengers in hopeless attempts of getting them to remain calm.
How could one remain calm in such a calamity?
When I fell for you, I remembered when I learned about struggling in quicksand so I stood still.
I did not want to sink any faster because I knew it would end badly so I held my breath and I stood perfectly still, just as I was taught.
But what I was never taught was that I would sink anyways.
When you were kissing me for the first time,
I felt like I was on fire and I thought about the day those firefighters came to my school and told me to always remember to stop, drop and roll.
But I didn't care enough to stop.
When things were sailing smoothly and you decided you wanted off our ship,
I felt myself break in half and start to go down and as I tried to remain  calm while I slowly lost feeling in my hands and legs,
I realized that nobody ever warned me to bring my own life jacket if I was going to cruise with you.
Despite all of these lessons, I sunk.

-c.g