It’s the right way, and the hard way, to be silent, to be still; to be without longing, to be content with where I am."
— North
— North
and I will never know.
“There’ll be no memory of my coming and going, if we can be so lucky, if we can be so lucky.
Your name engraved on my heart, but only for a moment, I’ll carve it back out, I’ll live my life out, in solitaire, as I should.
It’ll do you good to keep away; I’ll keep away, from the hearts of others, from this wretched little heart of mine”
I think I’m finally willing to drown out the fears that have so long been keeping me safe below this ships bow, to set sail into the horizon, not knowing where land will be.
Sometimes I feel like a letter that’s been lost in the mail, all these thoughts and all these words, no one to tell.
-Lizzy Ross Band
— David Lloyd George
I refuse; I just won’t hide my shame with a falsely painted portrait of who I wish I was, not anymore, if I ever have.
I’ll lay it out on the broken shelf; I’m a wretched leaky vessel, who’s substance is in constant need of You’re nurturing to keep whatever beauty You’ve placed within me… alive.
And if you have to go, Safe Travels
If you don’t think I’m worth the wait, then quit while you’re ahead.
I’ll write you with silence.
— Isaiah 55:6-7