Time is constantly coding me, giving me deadlines saying there will never be a chance to write what's in my heart. But I disagree. I say there's time for the soul, and that the treasure of time can be found through the healing of words.

Music is hope and inspiration, bringing life to the heart, helping it restart again,
and making a place where you belong.

I'm just a dreamer; that doesn't mean I deny reality, it just means I see reality as having wings to carry me on.

You might be an unfamiliar voice, but I know angels are above us all and I can feel their light give us back our life.

I need to write like the moon needs to watch the sun rise as he says his goodnight & goodbye. It's a part of me- a part of the day- I simply can't part with.

Every memory kept from you is like another life I deny myself from witnessing.

I want to more deeply trust in His truth. I want to fall in love with Him all the days of my life and let him know I am His always.

Writing is not an escape from reality. It is a perspective into reality, a river that meets the pain instead of running away in fear. Writing dares the mind, but most importantly, it challenges the soul to delve deeper into the trueness of your character.

It is not only the thought of you that slows down time, but knowing God gave you such a strong heartbeat....it makes me want to live longer for you.

It's these moments that make me carve a lifetime of I'll miss you's...because I know once you are gone, my heart will be empty forever.