People annoy me. So I look to words, my camera, and my God.
“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”.
I scare people with the way I think. And that makes me bitter. I am falling apart again.
He is jealous for me. Loves like a hurricane. I am the tree. Bending beneath The weight of his wind And mercy. And, oh. How he loves us so. Oh. How he loves us. How he loves us so..
Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Look up. Now look down. Up is endless. Down has an ending. Always look up..
Your presence is heaven to me..