black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.

Schuyler

I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
SCHUYLER

Beginning Deep Move Myself Writing
Hold me here, where I feel less like a stranger to my own laughter. Where it’s easier to believe things happen for a reason or maybe, at least, out of a thousand winding roads my life might take, I will still find one that fits me.
SCHUYLER

Feeling Hold Life Oneself Reason Road Stranger
I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
SCHUYLER

Beginning End Fabric Myself
If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
SCHUYLER

Decision Feeling Myself Wave
In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
SCHUYLER

Bloom Dreams Hands Healing Myself Open Patience Self Love Time
Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
SCHUYLER

Fake Feeling Happiness Myself Spring
We’ve never seen what a happy life could look like if we chose to spend it by ourselves – sharing our beautiful lives with friends, family members, the occasional crush, and lounging out in that quiet space alone as if an idyllic sunned beach.
SCHUYLER

Choice Family Friendship Happiness Life Ourselves Quiet Space
I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
SCHUYLER

Known Myself
How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
SCHUYLER

Different Dreams Radiant Voice Window Yourself
I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
SCHUYLER

Craft Happiness Hold Myself Sorrow
There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.
SCHUYLER

Face Feeling Finding Hurt Myself Precious Time Way
I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.
SCHUYLER

Company Floor Hands Leaving Myself Uncertain
I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
SCHUYLER

Enough Ghost Listening Morning Myself Walk
I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
SCHUYLER

Floor Grave Moon Ocean Open Sky Yourself
We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
SCHUYLER

Hands Learning Leaving Myself Sharp Spring
I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
SCHUYLER

Lose Myself Perspective Pieces Understand

I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Schuyler Quotes