“I have never known what happiness really means, but I’m sure it sounds a lot like your name.”

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.

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

The answer is you. I forget the question.

You touch me as though you have forgotten my skin.

What a fragile, dying thing love turned out to be.

You can’t be creative when you’re completely happy.

Our joy in Him may be a fluctuating thing: His joy in us knows no change.

The problem with a goals-first mentality is that you’re continually putting happiness off until the next milestone.

Gratitude is a word that I cherish. Gratitude is what defines the happiness and humanity of the human being.

I’ve got that resilient thing inside me. But I wasn’t a happy bunny.

Happiness is not some ‘thing’ to be pursued it is a way of being born from appreciating

Even though we sometimes would not get a thing, we were happy with the joy the day would bring.

If only political leaders would allow themselves to feel, as well as to think, the world might be a happier place.