flutebandm

1. i am going to say the wrong thing. i will stumble over my words, awkward and too loud or too soft but never just right, because i can't really do anything right. in my defense, i'm human. 2. i will worry you. i do my best to be okay but sometimes my best isn't enough, mostly when i feel like i'm not enough, and there's not much i can do about that. i can't promise you that i'll always be okay, but i can promise you that i will always find my way back to it eventually. 3. i'm not always pretty. sometimes, people are ugly, like when they're crying or mad at you for all the wrong reasons. sometimes, you will look at me and wonder why you th

Her hands were weak. Her voice was quiet. Her movements were slow, but her heart was strong. Her mind was like a young woman's, and her faith was unwavering. Question: Why does she keep breathing? How come she wont die? She has nothing to live for. Her eyes can barely open. She can't stand on her own two feet. She's nothing but skin and bones. No one comes for her, so why must she keep breathing? Answer: He whispers in her ear, giving her peace for the night. He touches her cheek, and she feels His warmth and grace. He holds her daily, filling her with His love. He guides the way, for her to hold onto another day.

Sólo mi amiga imaginaria me escuchará. (Only my imaginary friend will listen.)