Help me see beyond this picture. Widen my perspective and view to realize there is something beyond this story unfolding. May I trust it even when I cannot see it and all feels like invisible pressure and silent terror stealing my heart’s blood + beat.
And the story goes beyond. The hope of permanence is woven into the fabric of time and space and into the DNA of your soul’s design. Your heartbeat rises and falls to its rhythm.
So I revisit the old familiar spaces, everything screaming of memories, stuffed to the brim, spilling over with the nostalgia. Every surface fingertips brush, everything eyes glance, in the glimpses of films and pictures, in the tiniest of smiles, in the softest of textures, in the deepest shade of color, every word the pen slowly traces, every strain of a melody brings you back. Yet even this is a gift, though right now it seems to only serve to aid heartache.
Be incredibly grateful. With this storm, wild eyes, wind fiercely fighting your right to stability and gravity, lightning shocking field of vision off balance, thunder deafening all other hopes. You will not feel like it. You will hate having to fight for every inch of hope, for every second of oxygen, for every last thought that threatens to overwhelm. There is a fracture, running underneath the other threads, threatening the stability of all the structures that support your world and keep it turning still.
You have had the once in a lifetime to chance to soak it all in, to experience every last sensation, road trip, late night green couch wisdom session, trips to do school in the coffee shop, to let every drop of ink run dry and run out of tissues to find more and a hug, along with words that will remind you to pick yourself up, give grace, dream again. And the love, of these memories, shared in these moments, carrying into the rest of life for the others placed in your path, that remains.
Not a doubt in my mind anymore. There’s a storm up ahead.Everything I have I count as loss. Everything I have is stripped away. Before I started building, I counted up these costs. There’s nothing left for you to take away.
I’m on fire, fighting for control. I’m a fighter, fighting for my soul. Everything inside of me surrenders. You can’t silence my love.
Hello hurricane, you’re not enough. Hello hurricane, you can’t silence my love. I’ve got doors and windows boarded up. All your dead end fury’s not enough. You can’t silence my love.