What it's worth

The measure of man is not  necessarily whether or not he fails or succeeds, but that he tries his best.

The Other You

We're closer when we're at a distance

The slightest touch is too much to handle

You and I, we have our walls

No good-willed force could bring them down

But you could walk right through

If you only knew the rules I broke for you

You didn't hear the words I spoke to you

While we were fast asleep

Halfway dying in our dreams

Maybe someday you could be me 

To finally understand 

Why I haven't let you go

To show you the things you wanted to know

The things that I'll never tell

And maybe it could have worked

In another lifetime less tragic and cursed

Maybe the other you is waiting 

Somewhere for another me

To go to those places we'll never get to see

To be those people we always wanted to be

Hopelessly and desperately 

Wearing our hearts on our sleeve

No scars and no regrets

So raise your glass to the other you and I

The ones that weren't too cowardly to give love a try

Quicksand

Sometimes things don't make sense. They're difficult, they're destructive, and they're intimidating. But sometimes they're there for a reason. And if you feel like there is some purpose in fighting, some purpose in pushing, some test of the soul being performed...then keep going. You are meant to be here.

Essential

"Always have something to look forward to."


No matter how big, or how small. It keeps us going. It gives us hope. We need these things sometimes. If the present is overbearing, we can turn to the past to make us smile. That is what our memories are for. We can look into the future, we can dream. That is what our imagination is for.

The Next Chapter

When life changes in a matter of hours. Yesterday is no longer the past, but history. When the sun goes down quietly, and the stars breathe in the dead of night. When the world stops and starts to spin in reverse. When everything that used to matter becomes insignificant. When old friends are missed greatly and new friends are welcome with open arms. When everything progresses in slow motion, but passes by in an instant. Where footprints are left behind and shadows disappear. Where stories are made and love is never forgotten.

This is life being lived, novels being written, tears being cried, hearts growing, and fears thriving. This is the end of the beginning. And the beginning of everything. 

Release

GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE