April 4th, 2012
Struggle
~~Acoustic Imagery~~

Struggle

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March 31st, 2012
Will I Ever Bloom?
~~Acoustic Imagery~~

Will I Ever Bloom?

~~Acoustic Imagery~~

Sweetness Of Living
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Sweetness Of Living

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Power Thoughts
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Power Thoughts

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March 27th, 2012
Blue Feelings

Some days I am soaring. 
Other days I am drowning. 
These days I am not sure which day I am experiencing. 
I am lost inside.

~~Acoustic Imagery~~

Blue Feelings

Some days I am soaring.

Other days I am drowning.

These days I am not sure which day I am experiencing.

I am lost inside.

~~Acoustic Imagery~~

March 25th, 2012
Imprisoned

Sometimes I feel this way. That the words I desperately want to say cannot be spoken. So they stay trapped inside of me buried in my bruised and bleeding soul.
And it breaks my heart to know that somewhere in this world are others just like me and yet nothing like me who are prisoners in their silence. Unable to realize that if they do not speak, they cannot be set free.
Speak. Scream. Say something.
Let your words pour out in waves of release and trust that you will not drown in the ocean of stories inside of you.
Cry out love. Someone will hear. More than that someone will listen.
I love you. I want more for you. I need you to want more for yourself than to be leftovers in your own story.
Live your life. Shine your light. This pain you carry is not your fate. 
I’m always rooting for you. For the others like me with bleeding wounds. I am always praying that you’ll realize how sweet your voice is and how much this world needs it, needs you. I am always hoping that you will believe and trust that your story matters. That in this world there would be a void if your chapters didn’t exist.
Speak.

~~Acoustic Imagery~~

Imprisoned

Sometimes I feel this way. That the words I desperately want to say cannot be spoken. So they stay trapped inside of me buried in my bruised and bleeding soul.

And it breaks my heart to know that somewhere in this world are others just like me and yet nothing like me who are prisoners in their silence. Unable to realize that if they do not speak, they cannot be set free.

Speak. Scream. Say something.

Let your words pour out in waves of release and trust that you will not drown in the ocean of stories inside of you.

Cry out love. Someone will hear. More than that someone will listen.

I love you. I want more for you. I need you to want more for yourself than to be leftovers in your own story.

Live your life. Shine your light. This pain you carry is not your fate.

I’m always rooting for you. For the others like me with bleeding wounds. I am always praying that you’ll realize how sweet your voice is and how much this world needs it, needs you. I am always hoping that you will believe and trust that your story matters. That in this world there would be a void if your chapters didn’t exist.

Speak.

~~Acoustic Imagery~~