Be graceful with the intelligence God has given you
be swift with wisdom
and understanding with the passion all bestowed upon your heart
let the path guide you
as you stumble and are weak
let the calling lift you up
let your passion illuminate your joy
let the flame grow in the wind
for a candle can set fire to a field and can only grow with the wind of opposition.
those who have opposed you cause you more growth than those who watch as a passion consumes a heart.
I swam out to the ocean
with you by my side
Getting deeper and deeperI did not recognize
you had pulled me back
back to the shallows
People tell you there is no more empathy to sympathy
There is no symphony playing your life
Because you are now the epitome of the pinnacle of a crescendo
You are so used to hearing the same score from the symphony
they are not playing for your life any more
You have just become frozen in time
At the apathy of life
You are not an effigy
or anything less you see
It hurts me to think that you don’t view what I view
You don’t see what I see
xxx xxx’x xxxxxxxxx xxx xxxxxxx xxx xxx xx xx.
With the amount of broken hearts, I have had
I am surprised there is still more to give
Even when I feel there is nothing left at all
I give this piece to you, please do not break it
Because every piece I give is one less piece I have
I am not sure how much more I have left to give
Baby touch my scars
I am ready for you to feel my skin
in a way I have never felt
How are you able to survive the life you have been given
When your heart hangs from a string.
Tangled around your feet you stumble.
But you seem so very humble.
What has caused the passion for the pain around you?
Let me fill that dark void with the stars from my sky.
Maybe the light will guide you and illuminate
the hanging arteries in your chest.
This is where you heart lie,
And here is the piece of you I find.
2143hrs; 8.4657° N, 13.2317° W
Laying on top of a white Land Rover Defender, beneath natures canvas.
This is what has struck my passion for travel and discovery. In this moment I recognize home is not state side. Home to me, is a word that has little to no meaning. My family will always be with me in my heart and soul, but my body will never have a continuous place to lay. For I enjoy exploring and not knowing what is around the corner.
This incredible night is a night I will never forget. Feeling the cool breeze drift across the ocean, and the heat trying to escape the city. It was an interesting feeling when the air clashed above my restless chest. Watching the stars perform a well thought out dance, you could smell a nearby fire in one of the small villages outside the city.
The emotion, smell, sight, and memory will fade but never be forgotten. This memory is what sparked my curiosity. My curiosity for what lies around the next corner, my curiosity for languages I do not understand, cities I do not know and food I probably should not even test my life with. But this all drives me to understand. . .
“I love you to the moon and back” is the most painful type of love one can express. Why is that? Because the outer limits of nothingness between us and the moon will test your strengths. The space will consume you and tear your body apart. So therefore I love you to the moon and back. I am willing to be bloated from the mass quantities of nitrogen, and am willing to lose my breath in the absence of oxygen. As all my organs shut down my heart will still beat. I am willing to starve my brain just to show you love. And once I touch down on the moon and am revived, I will spring back to you to complete my journey of Love. To be honest I won’t make it back alive for entering your atmosphere fire will consume me. But at least you know I attempted to show you love.
We love to the moon and back, but always fail. Because we assume enough is never enough.
signed “the over thinker”