It's all about putting food on the table when you're older.

But what about the food for my soul?

What will I do when my heart is hungry?

Money comes from jobs, where does soul food come from?

Momma's kitchen bakes no breaded lies, food on the table will always be more important than the food for my soul.

tell me what you want to hear
and baby i will write you the universe.
-a.c.b

Shattered glass,
Scatters the floor now
Stained red by the
Things it once held
Closest inside it

Fallen so fast,
Can't understand how
Overcome by
The urge to delve
Further inside and

The pain only lasts
Til the heart hits the ground
All that's left is the mind
Always tortures itself
But the love still resides in

The shattered glass

Humbled by your grace
I am amazed at all you do for me
Stumbled in a daze
Upon your gaze
And into clarity
I fall to your embrace
Find solace in your ways
It might sound a little crazy
But believe me when I say
That you mean the world to me
My sweet and beautiful Trinity

My heart beats effervescently
When I feel you next to me
My mind begins to wander
Whenever you’re away
I hate to say goodbye
Because I’m desperate to stay
It hurts to let you go
Because you are a part of me

When I feel the darkness creeping over
You are the light that guides my way
When I feel the pain of being sober
You let me know that it’s okay
And when I feel the weight lift off my shoulders
You are the only one to blame
Because I know my pain is over
When I stumble upon your gaze