I watched the world around me collapsing in ways unintended, burning with angry flames. While I stood trembling in tender fear, you only laughed and picked up from the ashes a star that fell from the shattered sky.
Bewildered by beauty, I gave broken pieces and You built me a palace of glass.
You remind me of my inheritance, that the shine of the heirloom on my head is a symbol of Your interminable love.
Lift your eyes, my child, are the words You gently whisper, for often I forget to stop staring at my damaged feet and instead to sight endless glory.
What else can I do, but to always try my best to grasp the depth of Your faultless love?
He is found in the midst of chaos and split silver. Cracked mirrors and loose shrapnel.
I can’t take it anymore, he mumbles brokenly.
Do you know, do you truly know what it’s like to be unseen? Alone in a crowd, or to face a reflection that will not see you in the eyes?
I am in a mental museum, full of the dead and the past, and I’m here beyond opening hours, trapped in a space that won’t let me go. Even if there are others here, they exist past the velvet rope that I cannot cross.
And in spite of it all, I am the joke, for I find myself like air — I’m afraid that I may disappear if someone does touch me.
If no one thinks of you at all, he painfully asks, do you truly exist?
The shadows breathe across the ruined floor.
People don’t remember the moon until it hides behind the clouds, she whispers softly. But I’ll have you know, that I always have been looking for the moon. You do to me what the moon does to the tide;
You draw me in.
(And even on days when I don’t see you, I know you’re there.)
If a thousand paper cranes could make you want to wish
Or a thousand love letters could help you to believe
I would do them both, so that you would stay.
(and I’d try my best to finish them in a day)