a good person, just a bit fucked up but who among us, isn’t just a bit…

the thing about pain is that it demands and deserves your attention. give it it’s due, or it’ll take it, whether you give it, or not

the universe will continue hitting you with the same lesson, until you learn. when the pain lessens, becomes tolerable or leaves, it’s finished teaching you. then it’s up to you, to heal. stay strong.

hope can be so infectious ….and dangerous

all i need is a little bit of hope, i can take it from there

can you love me, with your eyes closed? can feel my soul, without touching my skin? can you hear my silence and decipher my heart?

you either learn how shine when surrounded by darkness or you learn to love it

there’s quiet and there’s a raging storm, some don’t realize that the quiet can be worse than the storm

good byes hurt the most, when the story isn’t finished

he told me i was beautiful. i said you haven’t seen my soul. he said, yes i have, that’s all that i see.

he’s my every breath, yet when he’s near, i can barely breathe

a message can be loud but not necessarily clear

if gravity isn’t understood, how can what i feel for you be explained?

and when i think of us, i think of the way the forest meets the sky

the quiet sacrifices we make that nobody knows about.

laughter can be so therapeutic. it can heal wounds that are soul deep

when you hurt so badly that even your soul needs to take a knee

we could share a secret garden

trust your instincts and you will go far, trust others’ and you will go as far as they allow

If it keeps you happy keep it quiet