Instead of asking
"Is it worth it?"
We should be asking
"Am I worthy of it?"

Her face was blank like the moon.
She was right here but her mind
was far away, across the sky,
maybe the stars,
or just the blackness between.
Her moods were never constant,
but always changing.
The darkness was slowly seeping into
the world around her.
Nowhere to run, she gives into it.
Her body frail and thin, gradually weakening.
She's letting herself give in.

As I walk the trail of life
in the fear of the wind and rain,
grant me that I may always walk like a man.
Walking like a man in the face of fear;
Sometimes it's the best we can do.

Caught in the act
of being young
and sneaking out
to see the stars

Caught in the act
of being in love
with everything except
one person

and that's beautiful.

you said you loved me,
a single lilac among others.
prettier, you said.
sweeter, softer.
you loved my delicacy,
sense of solitude,
my endearing growth.
however,
sprouts whither,
and I find
myself asking
why must you
always turn back
to smell
the roses.

People don't need communication,
they need a community.

Obedience is not comfort.
You have to endure suffering
and know God does not waste your pain.
If God gave us all good days,
how would we learn from our mistakes?