My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.
I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.
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.
Love is a broken vase whose shape everyone remembers differently.
Believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces.
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.