It's not the void, if you're full of it

In every breath, there is a tree, or a shrub, or even a tiny plant in a pot making it richer with life for you.

Your silence reverberates. You are practically a tree when alone.

Your quiet smile every time you see a tree is what makes a new leaf pop out every now and then.

In high school, I was complaining about how long the school day was and my teacher turned to me and said, "the days are long, but the years are short" and I was like "what the fuck are you talking about you lunatic" and then the bell rang and now I'm in my 30s.

Screens present you with images, but books force you to create them, and the power of that image-creating muscle is the control center of the creativity because the subconscious whispers in images, and if you let your powers of imagination waste away, you won't be able to hear it

My, my, common sense has descended amongst us in the middle of the day, breaking pattern from showing up post sunset.

Harmony sits quietly colouring inside the lines. In swoops the unpredictable. Now we have a story.

might go fishing and see if i can catch a fucking break

It’s a rough time for people who are attracted to intelligence right now

don't talk to me while I'm rubbing my eye....I'm not gonna hear you.

On silent setting, but I’ll listen, not to you, but to the rustle of leaves, the hum in the wind, and the soft chatter of rain.

Doubt paralyses what it fails to set free.

Sandwiched between layers of words, said and unsaid, our shadows battle it out, while we watch from between the lines in horror.

Okay so that Miles Davis quote "if you hit a wrong note, it's the next note you play that determines if it's good or bad" applies to basically everything

A priest, a pastor, and a rabbit entered a clinic to donate blood. The nurse asked the rabbit: "What's your blood type?" "I'm probably a type O," said the rabbit.

“just be yourself” that has gotten me mixed results in the past

One of the most underrated skills you can learn is the ability to ignore your mood and stick with the plan.

Don’t let not answering emails distract you from not writing

Between the imagined and the true is a third thing, potential, and perhaps I shall take it by the horns someday.