Messy.

(a semblance of poetry)   Are these just cracks in my foundation, or constellations in my sky..? It’s all so much: a best friend’s chronic depression, love songs (songs I can’t quite love), a baby friend with a fearless, fiery heart, a hopeless case of wanderlust, & a God who won’t let go. Life has …

Reasons my heart breaks, and my humble understanding of them.

“All has gone to rest. And I don’t know whether I’m alive or will live, or whether I’m rushing like this through the world. For I’m no longer weeping or laughing.” (Things that hurt) Two suicide bombers in the Turkish airport. (only three weeks after I was there, I am safe, they, both the bombers …