Why do we cry? So others will see it.
And then they'll come help us out.
Why do we sing? So others will enjoy it.
To inspire. To help those who doubt.
Why do we die? Because Adam made sin
come in in this world and be mean.
Why are we here? God loves us.
There's a purpose under the screen.
You've frozen a solar eclipse in my heart.
I may never get through it.
I'm a target, now your throwing darts.
It hurts. You know it, but you still do it.
Love fades away, there's a look in your eye,
It told me your just playing around.
But I can see it, feel it, taste it,
Smell it like a hunting hound.
You leave, I'm here, frozen with gloom.
I thought that you really meant it.
When you said those words so beautifully,
It wasn't you who sent them.
So now I am bitter and harsh.
I go round like a little disc.
I stand here cold, dark, and sudden,
Frozen in a solar eclipse.
"Nothing is impossible except the word itself. " - Wren Myers
"We are all the same in this way: We are all unique." -unknown
(I think it's Mother Theresa)
"Life is like a taco. It's filled with lots of good stuff, but it could fall apart at any moment. So, savor each bite." -Anonymous
"If you want to be a astronaut, doctor, lawyer, and princess, look that up on the internet. It's a thing. You can be anything." - Barbie
The wind... so breezy and lovely and cool.
It is what defines summer.
It's what gives you a chill when your out of the pool.
And makes your hair crazy and you look like a fool,
And people think you can't getter dumber.
It's invisible, but you feel it clearly.
It smells like flowers in bloom.
It tastes like salad that dust from a fairy
swept over you like a broom.
Life, we all have one, but no one is the same.
Sometimes it's great! But, sometimes it's lame.
It's a rollercoaster. And there are many different points.
It's a body. With scratches, bones, and joints.
It feels like coffee. All warm and bold.
But sometimes it's bitter. And it can be served cold.
No matter what happens. No matter how it ends.
We always have family. We will have true friends.
I allowed thorns to grow and replace my ribcage.
And I wondered why my lungs suffocated
and my heart scarred too much.
Worries are thistles masked as daisies.
I thought I grew a garden
when I built a prison.
It broke my collar bone
and my body can't move,
So I decided to escape.
With spikes hugging my inner being,
I ran to my lover
and he set me free.
Now flowers are growing inside me.
I fell into an abyss of anxiety that stole the life in me.
I crafted problems out of thin air
and out of overheard words.
I meditated on it.
I was poisoned by overthinking and lived
like a man on the run.
I thought I would not be able to get out.
The abyss is deep and unfathomable.
But I saw the light.
The light healed me
and opened my eyes
and then I saw the surface.
I am not in the deep anymore.
I am in a new skin that is not made for burying
but for living.
I am saved.
I am breathing again.