I'm not sure how else to tell you that you are the silence between raindrops, That you carry thunder in the palms of your hands, And you are all my prayers on every Sunday morning. You are the rescue after being lost at sea, The swelling in my belly, The reason my heart is racing; A temperature drop in a room full of people. And I don't understand why you keep questioning your worth.
The only limits of tomorrow are the doubts we have today.
Pittacus Lore, The Power of Six