“For each person you encounter is also you.”

I can finally cry and let it be relief. My tears can be my medicine and not my poison.

I take great comfort in knowing that there are even better versions of myself I haven’t hugged yet.

Can we be easy on ourselves for once?

To cry means that you are feeling as much as you possibly can in that moment and that is exactly what I mean when I say you are alive.

There is a person inside of me who deserves kindness.

You always told me that I was the child with one foot out the door. But, did you ever consider that it was for my own safety?

Stare hard at the hurt. Ask why it stings. Dig into the root and rip it out. It doesn’t have to stay there just because it grew there.

And who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.

Love does not equate staying quiet. Sometimes it has to be outspoken, always loud, and forever on fire.

I must be worth something if my heart thinks so.

And what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.

Maybe I am something special but nothing spectacular.

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

Think of how good tomorrow might be.

I love my sadness because it is honest.

You write poems or you are a poem. That is where you’ll shine.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths.

The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die.

No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth.

If I am not good to myself, how can I expect anyone else to be good to me?

She’s kind of a walking poem, she’s this perfect beauty but at the same time very deep, very smart.

The full man does not understand the wants of the hungry.

If you want to leave your footprints On the sands of time, Do not drag your feet.

If a man knows more than others, he becomes lonely.