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.
Believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces.
We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.
It is better to love every person, than to wait for one person to love you.
I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.
We become extraordinary when we realize how extraordinary our existence is.