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