We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living and since that first breath... We’ll need grace that we’ve never given. I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts and it's not only when these eyes are closed. These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better but it won’t, at least I don’t believe it will...
So I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts. Don’t let these waves wash away your hopes, this