We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.

This universe is a fan of you. Watch the flowers in the morning, how they open towards the same sun that spends it's whole day following you.

I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.

Believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces.

I want my words and actions to be the quantification of my love. To make tangible the passions in my heart for the world and the people in it.

Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.

We become extraordinary when we realize how extraordinary our existence is.