We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope a handful of stardust and sinew We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream or are you but a part of mine

Trust life. Trust your Creator. He will not deliver you to anything but the best.

Ive grown up defined by this desperate undeniable cant breathe kind of space inside of myself and Im afraid that the diagnosis is fatal.

If you care about what people think about you .. you will end up being their slave

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Cant you see that This world has nothing to offer me if it doesnt include you.

Prayer holds together the shattered fragments of creation. It makes history possible.

Every positive thought is a silent prayer which will change your life.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young causing me to bleed out slowly over things and people and every white surface that Id ever come across.

I tried to push my body through his and completely disappear.

In life we dont always get what we want hopes and dreams get washed away so easily hearts are broken chances are missed and we always seem to end up right back where we started.