If Your Heart Is Broken, Make Art

I Make A Good Living Doing What I Do.

I Have Loved This Life. I Smile Because I Have Tiny Dreams That Play Hopscotch At The Corners Of My Mouth. And Every Time I Breathe They Float, Every Time I Laugh, They Fly Kites.

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

Everyone Knows Pain. We Are Not Meant To Carry It Forever. We Were Never Meant To Hold It So Closely, So Be Certain In The Belief That What Pain Belongs To Now Will Belong Soon To Then. That When Someone Asks You How Was Your Day, Realize That For Some Of Us - It's The Only Way We Know How To Say, Be Calm. Loosen Your Grip, Opening Each Palm, Slowly Now - Let Go.

I Don't Want To Turn Any Of This Into Poetry / But / You're So Beautiful / Flowers Turn Their Heads To Smell You