Breathe.

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April 28, 2012

I Still do.

..and we all do wanna keep promises.

Broken promises, somewhat like a broken jar. shattered.
Places to go, sights to see. Tears and Sighs.

and i still do wanna fulfill them.

here i am mending the pieces, picking up whats left.
in hopes that one day, just maybe one day.

to see you beaming from ear to ear.
all kinds of beautiful.

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April 25, 2012

One of the deepest valley that i’ve have to walk through alone..

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February 27, 2012

"..And maybe searching for hope is a form of hope in itself. There’s a moment of honesty when your mask drops, when you can no longer pretend to have it all together. When this pretense is gone you breathe in your first real breath. When you are no longer pretending to be something you’re not, you’re left with a truly honest assessment of the situation. Very little is left, “Faith, hope, and love remain. But the greatest of these is love."

— Jon Foreman, Switchfoot

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February 16, 2012

A few sleepless nights…

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February 13, 2012