We're All Shipwrecked On This Idea That

I Sit Before Flowers 
hoping They Will Train Me In The Art 
of Opening Up

Scrape The Grey Sky Clean. Realize Every Grey Cloud Is A Smoke Screen To Blind Us From The Truth, And The Truth Is Whether We See Them Or Not The Sun And Moon Are Still There, And Always There Is Light.

You See, The Deaf Have An Intimacy With Silence. It’s There In Their Dreams.

I'm Not The Only Kid Who Grew Up This Way, Surrounded By People Who Used To Say That Rhyme About Sticks And Stones, As If Broken Bones Hurt More Than The Names We Got Called, And We Got Called Them All. So We Grew Up Believing No One Would Ever Fall In Love With Us, That We'd Be Lonely Forever, That We'd Never Meet Someone To Make Us Feel Like The Sun Was Something They Built For Us In Their Toolshed. So Broken Heartstrings Bled The Blues, And We Tried To Empty Ourselves So We'd Feel Nothing. Don't Tell Me That Hurts Less Than A Broken Bone...

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.