Sometimes I just want someone to see the happy me, and say, "It's okay to be sad."

Group projects don't end after school. Show grace when needed, and forgive more than you want.

It's on days like today that I think, maybe I can do this after all.

Patience

I've found recently that I have very little patience for people who ask questions when the answer is easily findable on your own.

What do I do about that?

My body is at work, my mind is on vacation, and my heart is off in the mountains by a cliffside.

There's such a heaviness in my heart that I can't explain...

A Sprinkle of Sadness

Because pure joy doesn't come from worldly accolades, or from having friends, or from pieces of paper attesting to your worth. 

I wonder how other people see me sometimes. Sometimes it helps to realize how much I've been given, and how little I deserve. At the same time, I sometimes wish things were different.

And I often wonder how many times it took passing you before we met.

Half-Coherent Thoughts

I remember when you left I cried at the airport, in the terminal, on my own plane ride home. I thought about you every other second of the day and made notes of what I would tell you that night. I spent days waiting for your response sometimes.

I don't cry over "see you later"s anymore. I don't spend my waking moments thinking about someone else's life. But I still wait, and wonder, and hope.

Someone please tell me how I got myself here.

Edit: Someone please tell me why God brought me here.

The Things That Break You

What is it about a storm that fells trees but only sways the grass? Maybe it says something about human nature that we look up to the oaks as a measure of wisdom and strength. 

I always thought that if you let it, the world would break you.

Don't mistake care for love, or the idea for the person.

At what point did you realize you had gone too far to turn back?

Steps

The spaces in a 
Brick-laid path; ripped out, not art
But pain and longing.