Love breaks your heart so it can be knit into something better.
I keep imprisoning myself. How can I get free?
I finally knew where I was going, so why was the road so dark?
I desperately wanted to be rescued, but I had to fall before I could see that my rescuer had been with me the whole time.
Instead of fighting our fear, what if we gave it a useful purpose instead?
Until we see another's reality, their story is a myth easily dismissed. Gaining perspective is why we're here, so open your eyes, ears, and heart.