“To hurt is simply an act of remembering. Of holding my skin to the edge in the hope I might feel anything at all.”

I swear my bones can feel it whenever you speak my name.

What a gentle curse: to still want you after all we’ve been.

She spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.

Her smile is an open flame and I have a paper heart.

It was always you who felt like water when my whole body was a flame.

Just because the pain is comfortable doesn’t mean you have to wear it.

Some days survival is all the living I can do.

There’s a weight to it, this missing you.

Her heart is heavy and ruined with hope.

Maybe I hold onto pain because I don’t know who I am without it.

I cannot lose you quietly. It will take blood and bone to pull you from my chest.

Even heartbreak can find a way to feel like home.

We built futures I’ll never get to visit. But I still have to watch them crumble.

I surround myself with trees in the hope I might become a  growing thing, too.

I have no idea how I made it this far without you.

The answer is you. I forget the question.

The difference between you and the person you envy, is that you settle for less.

We chase dreams and embrace shadows.

Love is not a victory march it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.

The journey across the great ocean of existence Is a journey inward ever in deeper and deeper and the deeper you get in the more you meet truth.

Until we can manage time, we can manage nothing else.

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

A false faith is capable of terrible and monstrous things.