You hid in my ink and guided my hand. You stained the pages with your silence as God wrote the words, "Be still." Yet, my heart's blindness could only write in loud hues of red, "I love you.

So many people focus on who they will be that they never get around to figuring out who they are.

You won't find peace with another, until you become one person--not two.

You will never find peace when the need you cling to is not the want you desire. But when does a want become a need... when it is all you think about?

Maybe, it wasn't stuck in my mind. Maybe,just maybe, it was stuck in my heart for so long that it grew wings and wanted to fly, but didn't know how.