He Came To Me

Where there is confusion may there be peace.

What I Saw

I'm sitting here holding you in my hands.
You are beautiful.
You are broken.
You are, at times, indescribeable.
For a moment, I thought I found someone I could trust.
I thought you were different, sweet boy. I thought you were so different from the rest.
And I know that I let my imagination get to me, but what I saw was real.
Could you tell me a secret?
What's it like to touch that which you do not know you are touching?
Because I want to know if it was worth it. What was soft and warm is now hard and cold.
Why won't you just jump? Leap free.
You can not stay here. You are not safe here.

I'm sitting here holding you in my hands.
You are beautiful.
You are broken.
You are, at times, indescribeable.
I want nothing more than to crush you.

Too Many Questions

She'll let you get close.
She will let you hold her heart.
She'll never hurt you.

She will sit with you.
She'll hold your pain and heal your
broken heart. She will.

She'll save you today
and everyday to come.
She holds your answers.

. . . all of them.

Tornadoes and the Beauty They Bring

I think they say, "Time heals everything" because deep down inside no one really knows what will heal them. It's better if we don't know, isn't it?

I need you to accept me.
I need you to not judge me.
I need you to love me.
I need you to drop your preconceived notions.
I need you to hold me. Tight. Tight. Tightly.

Because I'm breaking, falling apart.
And I don't know how to put these pieces back together.

Broken Wine Glasses

You were dressed in beauty. I had forgotten your name.
She hung on your arm like the trophy she is.
Her laugh could only carry so much pain.
But it caught my attention, and there's so much she wants to say to you.

"I don't look the strangers in the eye because they really don't matter that much to me. I only want to see you, and I can only hope that you see me, too. I don't hang on others because I'm afraid I'll slip. And we both know that if I fall right now, I won't be able to get back up. Hold on to me." --This is what she'll tell you on the evening of August 13, 2007 just before she puts her ruby red necklace in her mother's old jewelry box.

Don't criticize her laugh tonight when you get back home. She's counting on you to keep her together.

Fly Free Like the Butterflies

I think I've found the secret to life.
Don't ask me what it is. Remember, it's a secret.

Ocean Waves at Night

She's a hero in her own right. She never casts stones, and she always has open arms. But one day, these arms will be full, full of a weight that she cannot carry on her own.
If this is her destiny, why does she feel all alone? Saving the world was never a part of the plan. But when you're 17, the world is at your fingertips not beneath your feet.

Sail away, sweet girl.
There is nothing here for you.
Freedom will be yours.