Maybe it's the same feeling that someone had 125 years ago
Maybe the white walls are starving a vibrant soul

Dull inside

Dull
Here

Do you ever want to just...
*step into the wheat fields?

Blunt force breaks glass
So does resonnance

I hope I'm not that delicate
Because you sure do resonate

The day is still young,
and forgetful;
Forgiving your first attempts
Forgetting the morning's hiccups,
Now is the time for you to do the same

The day has so much to offer,
as do you.
So hold your breathe and count to ten,
Pick back up and try again

The day is still young,
has so much to offer,
and so do you

Rain is a funny thing,
but so is perspective.

I used to think of the rain,
with its heavy gray clouds swelling up with water,
just as my hopeless eyes do with tears.
If mayday parade had been an emotion,
I thought it was the rain.
Now Lord I know this to be true:
The rain is cool and refreshing,
hard downpour so calming but amazing.
Each rain drop brings life and new growth.

Rain is a funny thing,
but so is perspective.
God you change mine.

Fear; its your best friend
When for yourself you cannot fend
It sticks by your side- company
It stays with you through thick and thin
Every which way you turn
Beneath your skin, it burns
It comes and goes from the surface
But does not cease to return