“Branches bow, longing to reach the crisp, punctured leaves, their old shedded skin.”

Your sorrowful beauty can soften a stone, and dampen the eyes of a god.

Look beyond their words. A whole world lies in what people never say.

The only thing that scares me more than standing out is not standing out at all.

Find your home. You’ll know it instantly; it will be the place you never wish to flee from.

Just be a lily, blooming in the dying waste of a choking world.

How do you use so many words to say nothing at all?

One day, you’ll leave. And my heart will close like a weeping ipomoea never to open again.

The best people give more to the world than they can ever hope to get from it.

Simplify your life. You deserve peace. We make life complicated. On its own, life is simple.

Wisdom is the most expensive thing in existence.

Your pupils expanded like twin universes, engulfing my emptiness.

If the wind itself turned to silk, singing ballads in my lungs, it couldn’t even hope to match the softness of your touch.

Oh, you fool. You turned cold and stopped loving when the world needed it most.

The warmth is spring is near. It smells of hope and cheer. The budding bulbs of daffodils will end the endless fear.

Sunshine comes after rain. Rain comes after sunshine. Joy and sadness remain in an eternal back and forth. Such balance hold the world in place.

I trust the universe. If we exist for each other, time will bring is both back to our beginning.

When one thing changes, it all changes. And now sitting in a pile of fallen dominoes I feel like me.

When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.

Like the leaves and trees beyond repair we let go, But don’t forget love.

And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.

Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.