Tears are the purest form of prayer.
It’s complete surrender.
It’s the soul reminding you to keep God near.
I cry often because sometimes the world just pulls me but God continues to lift me.
I write suicide letters in my head sometimes. Like today, on a 3 hour drive home. I think about who would want an explanation, who deserves one. The thought of actually doing anything to render those letters true always makes me weep! This is why I know I’d never bring myself to ever need to create them. But still, I write suicide letters in my head sometimes. I’ve addressed a few to God. Asking him why he thinks I’m so strong? Why he keeps giving me loads to carry? I ask him to bring me to safety. I beg Him to send someone to protect me. He hasn’t read those yet. Nonetheless, His comforting presence keeps me from actual pen and paper. And still, I write suicide letters in my head sometimes.
“This life. This night. Your story. Your pain. Your hope. It matters. All of it matters.” — Jamie Tworkowski
Don’t give up. Lets keep going, together. Please!
I try so hard to hold onto to the
feeling I get when I look at you.
I snap pictures of you when
you aren’t paying attention.
The pics don’t come close though.
It’s beyond the stillness.
Its the energy, the connection, the love!
I see it all when I look at you.
I keep falling for words because it might be the closest thing to true love I’ll ever experience. Words damn sure breaks my heart like it anyway.
Show me your raw unfiltered truth
Not just what appears beautiful.
Falling for the good in you is easy.
But WE both need to know what if
I can love the worst parts of you.