I had such high hopes that you were a breath of fresh air
...when you were really a cloud of smoke.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
I dared.
In the darkness, I dared to believe in the light.
In the pain, I dared to believe in laughter.
In the sorrow, I dared to believe in joy.
In the hunger, I dared to believe in the feast.
In the danger, I dared to believe in a refuge.
In the night, I dared to believe in the dawn.
I dared.
I dared to believe.
In the pain, I dared to believe in laughter.
In the sorrow, I dared to believe in joy.
In the hunger, I dared to believe in the feast.
In the danger, I dared to believe in a refuge.
In the night, I dared to believe in the dawn.
I dared.
I dared to believe.
There is something
There is something warm about you.
There is something that feels like Home about you.
There is something dear and genuine about your heart.
There is something.
There is something that feels like Home about you.
There is something dear and genuine about your heart.
There is something.
to stand in the Light
I never knew the reality of becoming a shadow of one's self.
Until then, it happened to me.
And the only way to break the dance with one's shadow...
...is to stand in the Light.
Until then, it happened to me.
And the only way to break the dance with one's shadow...
...is to stand in the Light.
I Am Still Me
There were pieces of me that were slipping away.
I could not grasp them because of fear.
I thought I had lost myself.
But you, you brought me back to life again.
I am finding me. I am finding who I am.
Because I am still here.
And I am still me.
I could not grasp them because of fear.
I thought I had lost myself.
But you, you brought me back to life again.
I am finding me. I am finding who I am.
Because I am still here.
And I am still me.
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