I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.
RENEE STONEI’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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It takes less for me to be impacted, for my state of being to worsen.
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They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
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The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.
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Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
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I wonder why I’m so empathetic, why people perceive me to be so kind. I don’t want my heart to burn when there’s no one burning mine.
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The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
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I try to build myself a bridge to cross every time I start to ruminate on my thoughts.
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I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
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I wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.
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I search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
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Body and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.
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Why is it that you have more practice describing weaknesses than strengths? It’s not your fault they never went to the lengths to teach you how to value your strengths.
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You are chaos in my heart – clogging up my arteries. I can’t move on or bring in more love than what was at the start
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Staring into the abyss full of art – hoping for the return of a glimmer or a spark.
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