I think this is what they meant when they talked about who we are.

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  ++a very random collection of thoughts:

+The lingering scent that autumn left behind is slowly fading into the frosty mornings and evenings spent by the fireplace, so subtle and yet so very noticeable. Please don't make this into another goodbye.
 +Thoughts that pound through every vein and the late nights that fade into morning are drowning in the routine while the stack of letters that wait in an old, worn box are becoming more impatient as time passes, but they will remain unopened. I just don't want to know.
+Sad songs play in the background and if anybody were to ask, I would say I'm just fine. Sometimes it's hard to tell.
+Mornings spent in the classroom with shaking hands and uneven breathing are hanging around like the snow that doesn't want to melt; and the way the seat one away from mine is taken makes me think that maybe you want to sit close, but not close enough to be vulnerable.
+The lights in the church fade into early evening sunlight, but by the time it is my turn to play the darkness has settled around the building like a cloak around a sleeping child. And no one will ever know the courage it takes to keep breathing while hundreds of people look on, but sometimes I think it is harder to keep your voice from shaking when all you want to do is curl up in a blanket and close your eyes. I hate pretending.
+Bridges that were burned should be dead and gone but sometimes I find myself walking in the graveyard and staring beyond the rubble and the ash, and I'm lost in a world that never really existed at all. Why does it take so long for it to finally heal?
+As the snow falls without a sound and gently kisses the earth, I think this is what they meant when they talked about who we are: we are world-changers, revolutionary thinkers, and like they always said, if we only touch one person's life they will touch another and this world will become a different place. Make a difference.
+If you asked, I would tell you how I felt, but those words spoken so many months ago are finally started to fall on something besides stones. My story is important and I want it to be told, but yours is more important and I want to become better at listening. In the end, I think the times we heard instead of spoke will be of greater importance; because it's not my life that counts in this.
+Lonely, would be the word you used to describe how you were feeling, and at the time I did not know how to respond. I'm sorry, because I should have told you that are never alone. I know you know this, but you are loved. So give Love a chance, I think you will be surprised. Pass it on.
+Like the ending of a book or the conclusion of a series, endings are something that I have the greatest aversion to, but they surround us at every corner. I'm still blinking away the tears from the day you ran away and mourning the loss of my trust, but you taught me something real: be the kind of person that never runs away.
+I am talking to an empty wall and the reflection in the mirror has disappeared.
+I care too much but that doesn't change the fact that nothing has changed.
+With an icy cold hand, fear chokes the life out of everything it touches.
+Putting something off won't make it easier; you have to jump in with both feet and keep your eyes open.
+I was reading Psalms and 56 took my breath away, again. If I had the same longing as David did, my life would be radically different.
+I don't want to live this life like it's all for me because it's not. There is a world of brokenness and billions of people who are lost and all I can think about is what people think of me? I've had enough. Show Jesus.

xx. Amy Jane.