It’s Alright…
Articles Spark 'n' SoarCracks in the soul do not make you less—they make you real. They are proof that you are human, not a machine.
Cracks in the soul do not make you less—they make you real. They are proof that you are human, not a machine.
The power lies in knowing when to be each.
You don’t blame a knife for cutting too cleanly, or too deep. Its purpose is not comfort, but precision.
But your life must have a central thesis
That enables you to turn subsequent pages
Until the tale you are writing is completed
And your pen is finally laid down
When you find your feet mired in disillusion
You yearn to jump out like hell!
Yet the more elusive your expectations,
The more you urgently urge those on the outside to join you in there.
How did love find you?
Do you know that sometimes
she comes to you in the most unlikely ways?
My joy curves your lips in a smile as well;
My sorrow brings you tears.
When courage floods your being,
Do you not also banish my fears?
I will fight against laws I helped to make
Point fingers at those who are devouring the national cake
And expose how much each of the ‘greedy bastards’ take.