1:35am on a Tuesday

I never know when it's gonna hit me...
Love.
Something I dream about more awake than I do while sleeping even though most believe it's something that they're consciously feeling and seeing...

Love has no physical characteristic, so how can we possibly know what it is,...Love?

You don't decide.
You don't get to choose.
You don't get to pick with love.
You just do it.

Not even knowing what it is....
we must know and remember...

we have the power

and the strength

To Love.

February 18, 2015 @ work

Painted as weak but close to invincible.
Torn down, beaten, neglected, and abused...
but indestructible.
Strong enough to make others believe
But weak enough to crumble with a single touch
A beautiful flower - now withered,
but still rooted in hopes of rebirth.
Potential defined.
Lost...
Confused...
Denied the opportunity to experience life...
To grow...
To just be...
Some there's no saving....trying to find themselves...
wandering aimlessly...refusing help...ready to give up.
For them it's hard to hope
In them it's hard to believe
But change is unpredictable, always attainable, and infinite in its existence when someone reaches deep within them-self or decides to reach out.
To Believe....