“People will not understand your journey. Walk it anyway. Sometimes crazy looks a awful lot like faith.”

I do not write. My lungs just breathe in words.

What it all comes down to either way, is if you are ready.

I will tremble. But that is not to say I am not brave.

I don’t like to be called strong. I am just a weak with a side of faith.

I would rather have peaceful isolation than divided freedom. Read that again.

These times are wild but so are we.

I never loved you because you had it all together. I loved you because you were falling apart and still saw fit to let me into your world.

I am not the kind of lost that needs finding. I am the kind of lost that needs healing.

I learned the hard way that not everything in life was meant to be beautiful.

I wasn’t running away from you. I was running towards myself.

An empath does not sleep. She listens to the wind and wonders if its crying.

Maybe we needed a storm, to miss the peace a little. Maybe we needed the shadows, to remember our beautiful light.

If you only stand for something until it gets uncomfortable, then you never really stood at all.

You are the only song I know all the words to.

How tremendously brave to be shattered in a way that makes stained-glass windows from the pain.

Healing and the resentment cannot live in the same body. One must suffocate to let the other survive.

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

Silence speaks so much louder than screaming tantrums. Never give anyone an excuse to say that you’re crazy.

I’m crazy, I’m nuts. Just the way my brain works. I’m not normal. I think differently.

People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand.

If you’re not doing some things that are crazy, then you’re doing the wrong things.

Crazy how you gotta wait until it’s dark out to see who really with you.

If we don’t have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy. I know I’m crazy, therefore I am not crazy. Isn’t that crazy?