how long did i tread water? how long did i hold on to the floating remains of my life? the few pieces of the boat that had been my entire existence? how hard did i kick? how many days were spent searching for any sign of land? how many nights did i cry myself to sleep?

before i found her. before i found someone else.. someone who had fought as i had. who had, at one time, clung to her past as an act of simply trying to stay afloat. someone who watched her life explode and sink…and in an instant, found herself miles from shore, and from help.

she made it. she made it to shore… and she didnt run from the water. she knew there were others like her, others, like me… who didnt know which way to swim… or where the shore was.

so she did the only thing she could. she shoved off the shore, and with a ship now hewn by scars and healed wounds, she lived her life on the water. looking for other survivors. others who wouldnt have made it without her guidance. without her encouragement. without her love. without her telling them that she’d been there. that she knew the way to the shore… and that they’d make it.

kate, thank you.

for not giving up. for making it to the shore. and thank you, for coming back for me.

you may never understand how much it meant, to know someone else had survived what i was going through. who made it. who found strength in pain, who found that shore, found life, and brought hope to those who may not have made it.thank you.

for telling me, in so many ways, that everything would be all right.


how long have i been in this storm
so overwhelmed by the oceans shapeless form
waters getting harder to tread
with these waves crashing over my head

if i could just see you
everything would be alright
if id see you
this darkness would turn to light

and i will walk on water
and you will catch me if i fall
and i will get lost into your eyes
and know everything will be alright
and know everything is alright

I know you didnt bring me out here to drown
so why am i ten feet under and upside down
barely surviving has become my purpose
cos im so used to living underneath the surface

if i could just see you
everything would be alright
if id see you
this darkness would turn to light

and i will walk on water
and you will catch me if i fall
and i will get lost into your eyes
i know everything will be alright
i know everything is alright

lifehouse
-storm