There must be more, than this.

Have your way with us.
Have your way with me.

There's a point when you realize that you just can't do it.
You can't do everything.
You can't save the world.

I apologize if that's news for you.

There's a point when you realize that love is actually more of a rarity than they taught you. And then you learn that that sucks.


But there's also a point, where you turn around your thinking.
Where you have to open your eyes in a new kind of way because you have to.

He makes beautiful things.

Relationships do exist. Sunshine does exist. Learning does exist. Letters do exist. Words do exist. Coffee still exists. You still exist.

And we'll figure it out together.


We need to hold these beautiful things. Some people might not be able to see it. And we don't fight them. We don't fight them for not seeing.

Because it's a sad thing.


If you can see, if you see beautiful things,
it needs to be shared,

it does.



Like music.
Like children.
Like warm, soft nights in summertime.

Like snow.

Like forgiveness.
Like sacrifice.

Like moms.

Like truth.





Everyone wants the truth and that's all.

That's all we want, they know that.


However,

it's also all we have.

And for some reason,
that's harder to see.

Why?

Share beautiful things.