“How can something drain and fill me all at once.”

Sometimes anger is a form of passion that isn’t being listened too.

If love was a sound, a mere whisper would suffice.

If possible could you just look in my eyes and find all the things I can’t seem to say.

I just need to let myself fall in love with myself.

I know what feeling I need to feel. I just can’t seem to find it.

Am I more afraid of failing or succeeding?

Anxiety clouds everything you know to be true.

There’s a kind of freedom in handing out torches and seeing who burns the bridge between you.

Memories can’t be remembered if they were never made. So I hope you make good ones.

I tried to write you as a novel but you were only meant to be a chapter.

I would tell you how I feel if such words existed in this world.

How hard it must be to love someone so broken.

Rest is a form of productivity they never wanted you to find.

If my broken pieces could make you whole, than at least my breaking would be worth it.

I will sit with my feelings and you can sit with yours. But lets sit together so not to feel alone.

In the darkness there are no shadows to fear.

You are either withholding your love in fear or giving your deepest gifts.

The greatest discovery in life is self-discovery. Until you find yourself you will always be someone else. Become yourself.

If four of you are playing hide and seek you’ll only ever find the other three. For you are already right here. So what on earth is it that you’re looking for? You are the very thing that you seek.

A feeling deliciously bitter lingers on my tongue. It’s sharp relish urges me to keep my mouth shut and my conscience clear. Though how can one act so when one’s veins are stuffed with what’s not said before?

Being still and doing nothing are two completely different things.

I think it must be lonely to be God. Nobody loves a master. No.

Connect deeply with others. Our humanity is the one thing that we all have in common.

Just because its not on the focus doesn’t mean its not there.