“The flowers you don’t water, will never bloom.”

To my heart, you’re my home.

You can break me into pieces. And all million of me will love you still.

I miss people I have never met. Conversations I have never had. Streets I’ve never walked. And love I have never made.

Even if it’s for a little time. Birds build homes too.

Oh darling, if you won’t be yourself who will?

Some people are sunshine.

Please tell your sons. It’s okay to cry. Tears don’t make them any less of a boy.

I hope when you lie under the night skies, you’re a vision for the stars.

The woods in the wild need no tending to.

I was so busy loving you. I didn’t notice you were leaving.

In a room full of people. I hope I have the courage to always be me.

How I wish I could hold you a little longer, and more. And forever.

I do, so often, wish you were here. But more often I wish that you were wishing to be here.

You can walk in and out. I have built no doors.

And sometimes they leave not because they didn’t love enough. But maybe because love isn’t everything.

Clean your slate. Empty your cup. Let every moment. Fill you up.

You are as beautiful as a blooming flower.

Be strong enough to bloom even in the storm.

From all the flowers on the earth, she preferred to be a cactus-to bloom for the one, to push away the rest.

Oh, how beautifully you will bloom again.

Nothing grows from spreading hate, You’ll find that out quite soon. But plant some love within its place, the world will surely bloom.

Let yourself bloom and don’t let anyone halt your growth.

Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.

It takes a great deal of courage to emerge from the dirt and the hurt and grow and bloom into petals of kindness and love.