a little faith and a lot of heart.

You understand the wind and you're friends with the rain.

Laughter is your heart.
Music and art are your breath.
Passion is your voice.
and vision is your soul.

In the still dark you know the secret words to illuminate the fireflies and the moon.

But so wild and free...you were the sand slipping through my fingers on the shore.
Never holding tight enough to take you in.

and with the first rising ray of sun over the horizon there is no you, only me

who are you?
where are you?

the muscle that makes us confess

The heart beats strong and heavy.
It remembers the moments our body and mind so quickly attempt to remove from their repertoire.
It has such ferocious strength; like nothing else known within the history of the human spirit.
It can force you to drive forward without fear all the while ignorant for the perilous journey towards the unknown.
It can give you the strength to stand when you have no legs, it can give you a melody to sing when you have no voice,
but at the same time just a mere pebble along the road can leave it shattered around you.


How it is able to keep you wishing, wanting and praying?

Such a strange creature living and breathing inside of you...hiding your deepest desires locked away.

i can feel it there now. beating. waiting. wondering.