Sometimes there is nothing to say.
Sometimes there is so much to say it hurts just thinking about it.
Sometimes the things not said speak loudest.
I may wear my heart on my sleeve, but for now, I’ve covered it in a button down shirt, keeping it safe.
When words seem just not enough, when the inside of my mouth is bruised from biting down hard to stop tears, I wonder what anything is for.
Sometimes a miracle is not the answer. Sometimes the miracle is life itself.
Sometimes I’m not fast enough to outrun myself. And then, just when I think I have, a lyrebird flies past and stops, just at my feet as if to say slow down, there are some things you can not outrun. Hold fast.
Sometimes a song just won’t leave my head, and so I will share it. Because sometime even the songs people say are the happiest have something worthwhile to say.