THOUGHTS

I'm broken but I'm whole. 
This is what it looks like, for me any how, (even if it was just in those passing brief seconds), to soak up and conger the tender thoughts of my restless mind. To unexpectedly & without even a bit of caution, hesitation, or warning feel overwhelming peace and serenity from knowing that my life is blooming into something far more miraculous that I could have ever expected.
This it what it looks like exactly, to be stained glass; broken, whole, and yet captivating the curious at the same time. 

I was coming to a full circle with myself, and I'm probably the only one who really understands what that means for me, but that's alright, somethings are better left unsaid, or are at least better left open ended until the right words fill the void, because what's the point of writing if my words don't mean anything at all?

Thank you to Daryl Schmidt from Unlost for capturing this raw moment.