I feel like I’m spiritually intuned with myself. After all that’s happened this week, I REALLY DO believe in miracles, in God, and the impossible.

After all the tears have been shed, the words that have been shouted, the grass that has been knelt on, and the sky that has been looked up to, I feel that everything is going to be alright. That everything will work themselves out one at a time. That a old friendship will be rekindled and blossom like never before. That someone will make it through a difficult trial. That a mind will start to regain its sanity, the wounds will heal, and the heart will grow.