my song

i can't buy your love, don't even wanna try
sometimes the truth won't make you happy...
still i'm not gonna lie

but don't ever question if my heart beats only for you,
it beats only for you

i know i'm far from perfect, nothing like your entourage
i can't grant you any wishes, i can't promise you the stars...

but don't ever question if my heart beats only for you,
it beats only for you

cause when you've given up... when no matter what you do it's never good enough
when you never thought that it could ever get this tough,
that's when you feel
my kind of love

and when you're crying out;
when you fall and then can't pick your happy off the ground;
when the friends you thought you have haven't stuck around...
that's when you fell
my kind of love

you won't see me at the parties, i guess i'm just no fun
i won't be turning up the radio singing 'baby, you're the one.'

but don't ever question if my heart beats only for you,
it beats only for you

i know sometimes i get angry, and i say what i don't mean...
i know i keep my heart protected far away from my sleeve....

but don't ever question if my heart beats only for you,
it beats only for you


cause when you've given up... when no matter what you do it's never good enough
when you never thought that it could ever get this tough,
that's when you feel
my kind of love

and when you're crying out;
when you fall and then can't pick your happy off the ground;
when the friends you thought you have haven't stuck around...
that's when you fell
my kind of love

~ my kind of love ~ emeli sandé 

art

I picked up my paintbrush again.

After a long time.

I  burned bits of paper and closed my eyes and breathed in the ash-like air.
I closed my eyes and waited for the flames to die into embers.

I glittered and glued.

I felt those emotions I haven't felt in such a long time. Those feelings that aren't actually feelings, but rather the existence of an unseen substance that holds the heart in its strong beating form. The substance that allows us to hear, feel, and see the definition of the beat of the heart.

It was like fresh air.

So excited for my latest art project.

The God of Elijah

The God of Elijah

The link above connects to a sermon of Pastor Derek Schneider's.
I needed to hear it.

I encourage everyone to listen to it. The words are preciously gravitating to the heart.

So moving.