it's crazy that you don't write out your words or your truths in the stars. or in fireworks so that we won't miss them. the beauty of you is that you are in the everyday. the every moment...if we would just let you. the mystery is that you want that. you want it all. every moment, every pain, every laugh. you want even the ugly parts of me. the parts i don't even want. you somehow turn those parts into beauty. you are glory, so everything you touch becomes that glory. let me give it all.