to be messy is to be human,

so color outside the lines of life 

with your hands tied by mistakes.

paint your story 

where pain and love coexist

so they magnify,


the remains of your name.




against the storms of life,

love floated effortlessly

 inside a beach glass bottle

 drifting toward the shore 

by the currents of 

his unopened heart.


while he quietly walked head down along

the oceans edge, 

love softly brushed against 

the soles of his sea foamed feet

saying, the storms are defeated …

your heart sent me

 to be opened.