When the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.
RENEE STONEPeople struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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Tell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
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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.
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I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
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When you write me into your story, don’t set my end in stone. Feel free to let me go. I’d like to join your story, but remember I have my own.
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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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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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When you and the world are out of breath, take the steps to ensure your own needs are met. By the moment you know someone can’t on their own, you’ll hopefully be ready to help.
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I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
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There is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
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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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Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.
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I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
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I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
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It takes less for me to be impacted, for my state of being to worsen.
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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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To be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.
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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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Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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I want to tell them how tired I am because I don’t think it shows. But maybe it’s the same for them – all strangers to the weight each of us carries. So alone, we carry these loads.
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And I saw forever in your eyes ’til the sunset started to dim your light. You told me you’d always hold me tight, but your warmth faded with the bright.
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People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
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Healing means looking within when you want to move on. Healing means letting go when your grip is too tight.
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It’s really hard to grow up wanting to provide people with resources and support and realizing that while I can and will do that – I also need more than I thought I would.
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