I Couldn't Help But Think, This Car

I Myself Am Made Entirely Of Flaws, Stitched Together With Good Intentions.

No Matter Your Spiritual Beliefs, If You Hold Any, The Answer Is The Same: Sometimes, Why Is Not Knowable. If You Open The Refrigerator Door And A Tub Of Kozy Shack Tapioca Pudding Tumbles Out And Splats Open Onto The Floor, You Clean It. You Don’t Stand There And Question Why It Happened, How It Was Possible. Why Doesn’t Matter Now.

Love Is A Helium-based Emotion; Love Always Takes The High Road.

God, I Felt Certain, Did Not Mind That I Didn’t Press My Hands Together To Pray. I Was Casual, But I Was Sincere. I Knew That God Existed As The Correct Answer Inside My Chest.

Like Every Child, I Adored Her. Until I Formed A Brain And Got To Know Her.