“I am tired of living in a world, where I belong deeply, to anyone but myself.”

I want to be something to pray for but I don’t know how to be.

And what am I but the smallest of footnotes in the universe’s everlasting memoir?

This country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.

I don’t know how to let you out without destroying us both.

Seek refuge in the space between my bones.

Somewhere inside my throat lives your ache.

I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.

I pocket grief and it beckons me like a lover.

My silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.

There is a calmness in not knowing.

Every beauty mark, a country to roam. Every stretch mark, a river to cross.

I loved you in quiet because to hide is to pretend that it is okay.

Allow me to introduce myself, A warning and a welcoming all at once.

We are so much more than skin can hold.

When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a poem.

I have lived too many lives to be only one thing, and instead of attempting to mesh them into a form of a human being, I have decided to love every jagged edge of mine.

The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.

The crisis is not out there in the world, it is within our own consciousness.

You can’t change the fruit without changing the root.

All people have the common desire to be elevated in honour, but all people have something still more elevated in themselves without knowing it.

I too was naughty as a child & played pranks. The child within us has to be kept alive because that child keeps us alive.

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

Any attempt to replace a personal conscience by a collective conscience does violence to the individual and is the first step toward totalitarianism.

If what you are doing is not moving you towards your goals, then it’s moving you away from your goals.