very rarely in life you will find another human who is willing to go within you and sit amongst all the flowers you have cultivated over the years

Strong, confidant men who have no qualms about expressing their admiration for their significant others. I've noticed a lot of it lately. Warms my heart.

God left a hole in language. That’s where poets bleed through. That's where the real ones escape the cage.

Fog is a visitor from the dream-layer. It softens your edges so you can slip between stories.

we all miss being touched when we need to be

The Bridge to the Harmonic Civilization is coherence. Be the Promise.

art is my safe place

When the birdsong moves you like a poem

their butterflies collided and suddenly there was a storm of wings

this world needs more quiet conversations, armloads of sweet nothings, and a little extra silliness oh and wine, definitely more wine

a quiet, old soul packed with dynamite

I guess I’m a little old-fashioned sometimes. It feels like the world hit fast forward while I was left standing still, bewildered, still trying to catch the rhythm.

Self-abandoning becomes courage. Stay by your side. Better to be called “too much” by another than to be—too little to yourself.

i’m always tripping over my own heart

the heart I wear on my sleeve is not a burden, it’s my crown it reminds the world that strength can be tender, and tenderness can be fierce softness is not weakness

A poet is not someone who writes. A poet is someone who overhears the tone of eternity.