“Can the contents of a bottle make misery evaporate? I’ll be damned if it does but I’ll spin it anyway. – self medicated.”

I like my name better when its tied to yours.

As ocean waves never cease to pursue the shoreline and the sun gives his blessing over their daily union. I’m reminded of steadfast love persistent on pursuing each other. – stead fast love.

Blue green orange red. I could eat all the colors of the rainbow and still see life in black-and-white reruns I’ve watched a thousand times. – rumination.

It’s okay to slow down. (here’s the permission you don’t need.)

I’ve never known anyone I was afraid to lose until I met you. – You.

Misery doesn’t love just any company it desires the kind presence only loneliness feeds but that’s not love at all. – love doesn’t eat it bleeds.

I’ve learned that the challenge doesn’t lie in finding love but healing from those who didn’t know what love is. – lessons in love.

The weight of honesty lies heavy in sweaty palms, preparing to speak the truth to a world that is not ready to hear it. – not everyone can handle your honesty.

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

We make time for the things that matter most to us – I guess I didn’t matter much to myself.

I’ve learned that the challenge doesn’t lie in finding love but healing from those who didn’t know what love is. – lessons in love.

A bleeding heart takes longer to catch up with the rationale of a busy mind. – emotions aren’t linear.

As the morning dawns my soul stands motionless before your presence be still and know is my hearts meditation.

Life is so fragile, yet we beat it to death and expect to live longer.

All of the words in her head keep her from being lonely but they aren’t always kind.

Whats your greatest fear? I’m afraid of heights. Do you fear the heights in which you stand or at the depths to which you may fall? – fear of falling.

Is anything so pure? Or is love, by its nature, a reciprocity, like oceans and clouds, an evaporating of seawater and a replenishing of rain?

Where does rain come from? It comes from all the dirty water that evaporates from the earth, like urine and the water you throw out after washing your feet.

The heart fills with warm rain that turns to mist and evaporates through a colder artery.

Those most moved to tears by every word of a preacher are generally weak and a rascal when the feelings evaporate.

I don’t see the future as bright, language-wise. I see it as a glass half empty – and evaporating quickly.