Words carry far more depth than an ocean floor; their power is divided into majestic territories along the illuminant rivers of purity.

These words belong to you,
the only remainder of my existence.

Words can break every bone in your frail body
and knock all the vigor out of your spirit,

but they can also inspire
the greatest growth of this century.

You bring a renewing landscape to my covered eyes; whispering, 'it is welcomed to dream away from what the world engraves blindly. Our souls have much more to share.'

I'm perfectly alright with sunlight in my eyes...it just leads my heart to you.

Though I have only brushed past your eyes, I have seen enough to know I love you, endlessly, without regrets.

It's these moments that make me carve a lifetime of I'll miss you's...because I know once you are gone, my heart will be empty forever.

It is not only the thought of you that slows down time, but knowing God gave you such a strong heartbeat....it makes me want to live longer for you.

Writing is not an escape from reality. It is a perspective into reality, a river that meets the pain instead of running away in fear. Writing dares the mind, but most importantly, it challenges the soul to delve deeper into the trueness of your character.

I want to more deeply trust in His truth. I want to fall in love with Him all the days of my life and let him know I am His always.