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Long walks in the soft, warm rain.

being prisoners of information makes us dumber and dumber till we are slaves of the same

Empathy is divine, but it has to be genuine, people can feel the difference, & it makes all the difference

It's the cheesiest thing but I want a photo of you in a heart-shaped locket around my neck

Do not take my love for granted, because once it's gone, you'll never get it back.

your name, the poem etched across my soul

My love; a garden for your soul Growing stronger every day Giving you the freedom to be yourself I study your soul Paying attention to every detail Feeling the intimacy in every word you speak Seeing the beauty in everything you do Together, we weave our dreams into our hearts

To me, overconsumption and efficiency are the killers of art. They might work in business but they’re poison for creativity. You’re not supposed to create to feed the masses, you’re supposed to create because something inside you needs to speak.

I was buying a case of mason jars at the store and an older lady standing there asked if I canned a lot just like her. I replied, “No, I just swear a lot”.

I’m weird in weird ways.

There is absolutely no substitute for experience, that's true, but only if you're humble enough to let the lessons sink in

I needed to find you - In my latent dreams Between the lines of poetry you never recited I wanted to find you in every breath I couldn't exhale In every kiss that never happened In each longing touch that never materialized My heart pushed forward to find you...

every time we kiss I let go of you, otherwise I could never, ever stop… and still… I keep failing, I keep falling, I keep keeping you there, in the most dangerous place for me to hold you… my heart

A kiss can be cruel…soft as a prayer, but sharp as goodbye. It lingers not on the lips, but in the silence after, where absence begins to taste like memory

I smoke cigars because they die slowly… like me. Each drag is a small funeral, each ember a confession I can’t speak. The smoke hides the ghosts, but never sends them away

Ok - so Tornado warning Flood warning 85mph winds shelf cloud line 100+miles long How’s your Friday going to be?! All outdoor music cancelled…

Don’t love me gently. Unravel me. Burn the silence off my skin and make poetry out of my ruin

When she's with you, the world fades away and nothing else matters. Sometimes you stumble to get the words out, but she already knows what you're trying to say. You have a special connection where words aren't always needed.

Behind the invisible touch of night is where in my wildest dreams you take me to the edge of heaven and fill in my jagged seams