“I hope I make it a little softer here for someone.”

She’s made up of sweet tea and poetry.

This world will get heavy; stay unshaken in pursuit of the light.

I want a love that as deep as it feels, it breathes just as free.

Where they are walls, you soften me.

Just hoping for the gentle in the unknown.

Let things break you wide open, that’s where the golden light is.

Just let the chaos in you be beautiful. You are such a soft and wild thing.

My soul just thinks your soul is pure magic.

Why else love if not to feel stars exploding in our veins.

She blooms wild and burns bright.

She’s a beautiful wildness on fire.

I just like good souls, knowing them, being one, it’s kind of all that really matters.

Patience with how your heart wanders, you will find your way.

All that destiny in those wild eyes, and so much passion in that wild heart.

A soft lover and a wild wanderer.

You feel like home, and everywhere I’ve never been all at once.

Be genuinely interested in everyone you meet and everyone you meet will be genuinely interested in you

Let us love, since our heart is made for nothing else.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.

I’ll empathize with your sad story and wish you could bear mine. – the weight of empathy.

All pursuits are pointless and fruitless unless and until love and compassion are found and then are the foundation and destination of all you do.

What if we are all here to complement one another. – Kind.

I want more for you than you want for yourself. Everyone needs an advocate who’s not the devil. – your advocate.

Be good to everyone. You never know who might be suffering alone.