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 are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.
My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.
I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.
It is better to love every person, than to wait for one person to love you.
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.