"my life hang as a tightrope of words that I've created
along the way,
and you all stood there
as ring masters of this perfectly orchestrated circus;
smiling and clapping,
eyes never leaving as I took every step;
waiting for me to make one small mistake,
and I am excruciatingly trying so hard not to trip, not to fall,
but my feet are now sore, and I'm slowly losing my balance;
one can only take so much before they break, love.
and trust me, I'm about to."

stop
and make time
for the things you love,
or the things you love
will stop
making time for
you.

i am
worth more
than the
labels you put on me

The sun and the moon meets;
the water and stream flows deep;
Like this feeling inside my heart that fleets;
Burning, my heart starts to reap;

And just like the eclipse;
people all stare with awe;
not knowing that time slowly slips;
by and by we cherish this last straw.

But even when no one can remember,
how we fought and grieved;
this love will never falter;
for it will always know how to forgive.

There's a ghost in the machine
A distant heartbeat
An echo
A recollection of tides pulled by the rhythm
Of the moon
A lunar cycle
Of leaves swirled
And now settled
By the whisper
Of the breeze
A message repeated
But not audibly heard
Remembered and understood.
You are in the right place
Where you need to be
All you need now
Is to breathe and be.