Is dreaming of mountains better than climbing them?

How many more can I climb in my frontal cortex than bleed on in person?

Is it the same with relationships? I saw a girl once at the market and I swear I could taste the next 50 years of our lives together in the air between us.

Could 50 real years ever taste that sweet?

I hope someday to say

"It does, but only when you stop fantasizing and start living"

What a funny idea that there are more stars in the heavens than grains of sand on the beach at which I sit.
Scientists say that if all the beaches combined together, it still would be only a fraction of the stars.

I think sand is a lot like people. It groups together to fit in and yes, sometimes it's annoyingly stuck in your shoe - making you stumble - but that sand stays with you whenever or wherever you're headed. It travels to new places without hesitation and reminds you...........
of places,
of feelings,
of ideas.
Simple enough to be forgotten, complex enough to possess identity.

I like sand.
And I'm learning to like people the same way.

Hi I'm Trav,

I would say my full name -it just takes too much time that I already don't have.

Oh I'm doing good, but just tired. Tired of being tired.

I've got a position open for someone to tell my busy-ness to and you see- you just got hired.

So sit back relax and hear my tales of cluttered schedules and dreams-  about the day when we will slow down. Sit and I'll tell about the day we know won't come close enough to smell.

So here's to you, cause I know your busy too.

I must go, I'll let you be.

The only rest I find is knowing my God isn't too busy for me.

This is your chance.

Comment your struggles, stressors, and sadness below.

Share what you are going through and I will try to build from it a piece of art.

Our pain is not permanently positioned in our minds, please share below.

Dear Hands,
Write if you must but do not fall in love with the words
Words cannot love you, they can hurt but you cannot bring a metaphor to a gunfight

Dear Arms,
Reach if you must but as far as you go its impossible to stretch across the world
Instead grasp ones close that can extend your appendages
Like gypsies cascading around a fire, show them how to glow becoming silhouettes to the dark

Dear Heart,
Fill with personalities if you must but do not be afraid to bleed
How else could we prove our humanity?
Be courageously prepared. Tattered hearts have always been my favorite anyway

Dear Hands,
Prevail if you must but you cannot bring a metaphor to a gun fight

Dear Feet,
Wander if you must but do not be afraid to run away
I know your fast but do not overdue it
Remove your shoes and sense the scenery
Your shoes can only protect so much
Do not fall for every girl with clean sneakers

Dear Skin,
Somehow hold this together but do not hide all the scars

She was real. She lived like this life was something God built for her in His toolshed. Like every wrong turn was just another excuse to dial God’s landline just to hear Him breathe through the phone “I’ll love you whatever way you travel.”

She has something worth buying the whole field for, worth devoting 60 years of your life and the next 10 minutes to build a temple for Christ that has pastel portraits and electric green ceilings. She deserves a man who has “Christ forever always” written on the back of his hands, so if he falls in worship or in life, it is seen regardless of the motive.

She will stay as her role is defined, and I hope it is a good one for my heart’s sake.

Either answer,

Thank you for the yesterdays.