“I try to build myself a bridge to cross every time I start to ruminate on my thoughts.”

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.

Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.

If I could reverse time, I would spend more time looking into what ailed my loved ones – would have learned more about medical gaslighting.

Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.

To be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.

To be understood and accepted could change so many lives.

People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.

I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’

I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.

I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.

Body and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.

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.

When the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.

My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.

I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.

I search for comedy scripts / I watch happy shows / In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.

Good sex is like good bridge. If you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand.

If somebody hurts you, it’s okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.

Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good.

In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.

Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment.

The best way to destroy the bridge between the visible and invisible is by trying to explain your emotions.

No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end.