I Sit Before Flowers 
hoping They Will

I You Can't See Anything Beautiful About Yourself, Get A Better Mirror. Look A Little Closer, Stare A Little Longer. Because There Is Something Inside You That Made You Keep Trying Despite Everyone Who Told You To Quit. You Built A Cast Around Your Broken Heart And Signed It Yourself, You Signed It They Were Wrong.

Someone Once Told Me That The Finer Points Of Devotion Are About The Size Of A Pinhole, And There Are Millions Of Them. And If You Could Connect Each Dot, Then You’ve Got A Diagram Of What You Think You Thought You Knew, And If You’re Willing To Admit That You Know Nothing…you Have The Blueprint For A Breakthrough.

A Question Like “do You Love Me?” Was An Itch Our Doctors Told Us Not To Scratch.

Maybe The Best We Can Hope For Is That Those We Leave Behind Find Comfort In Knowing, That We’re Born Out Of Love, And Not Science. That Biology Explains The How, But Love Explains The Why

We're All Shipwrecked On This Idea That Everything Has To Be Explained.