Three nights ago I saw a dark valley filled with beating hearts. They all were beating at different paces. I noticed that they were enlarged. They didn't look normal. Then I heard, "swollen hearts." I asked myself, "Is it possible to have a heart that's big because it's filled with so much pain?" Could it be that some of the most beautiful, sweetest, and most loving people you will ever meet are the ones walking around with swollen hearts? Hearts filled with raw love but held captive by hurt, betrayal, and disappointment? I can tell someone has a swollen heart when I listen to how he or she talks and how he or she moves and how they interact with others. People with swollen hearts are notorious commitment phobes. They are committed to being uncommitted. Why? Because at some point in their lives they created the committee. They were the epitome of die-hard commitment, poster children at best, but something or somebody broke them. Imagine som...
"I aim to be a written letter of God. I live my life to bleed, just to be one of the red ones."