19.04.2018, 14:10:25

April, i’m still waiting for the snow to melt.
once, you were known for showering us with growth.


19.04.2018, 14:08:47

don’t let em fool you, there’s no feeling like watching the waves crash on land, and you can’t touch ’em.


17.04.2018, 22:16:00

sometimes i have to stop myself from whispering, “but this heart is volatile.”

and sometimes i have to stop myself by whispering, “sometimes this heart is volatile.”


08.04.2018, 22:31:00

is this how heaven feels: slap-happy, a grin on my lips, cheeks hurting from squeezing tight into the sea of young faces, shoulder to shoulder? I step on someone’s shoe, and it doesn’t trigger anything near claustrophobia – just joy. pure joy.

this is what we prayed for, after all. and I am reminded of this twice; but then somewhere along the way of driving home I realize this truth for my own self:

heaven did come– we brought it with us. each heart, beating fast, fidgeting in the black, folding seats — each one destined to be there, to intermingle with my story and teach me more about Love by stretching me wider than ever before.

yes, yes, yes – this is what we prayed for, after all.


21.02.2018, 23:05:00

“fill, be filled. there is power in the pouring out– because in Me, it’s how you are filled to overflow. you thought I only speak to you through others, but see how I speak through yours. you put My heart into words, the sounds frequencies paired together, strung into sentences, so delicately done.

but what you didn’t know is that I composed another melody underneath your tune– my song to you is evident in the way your heart lights up after a rush of love-words + excitement about My spirit. so sit, reflect– because I am very much alive in you.”