“Some things won’t change-some things can’t.”

Sometimes I just want to put my hands in the air and scream all the reasons I love life into the wind. Until someone comes along to celebrate with me.

I can’t wait to collect memories from every corner of the earth to splash in the vastness of this beautiful world.

Run. Run as fast as you can it doesn’t matter where as long as you feel the wind against your skin. As long as you leave everything safe behind you and don’t look back.

Thoughts are just visitors passing through our minds, sometimes they stay awhile uninvited- anxiety.

You have always been able to manipulate my heart in such a way that even though I’m bleeding, I offer you band aids that are holding me together.

Piece by piece we rebuild the moon each night.

Forgiveness is a baked good it takes time and patience and i used to enjoy bouncing around the kitchen mixing sugar and love- but i don’t bake anymore.

I realize, no matter how much we grew, no matter how much we may have learnt, at the end of the day we both lost- because we didn’t have each other.

You are the sweet, soft, delicacy that delights my soul. I want to taste every part of your aura’s citrusy tang.

Dear me, I love you the most when you are being yourself.

Often all we can do is breathe, even that can be hard sometimes.

I’ve scattered poems all across this world so that if you ever decide to wonder about an old friend you could see that despite all my anger really- I just miss you.

Last winter was colder than usual. Maybe it was the warmth that died with the millions of lives covid stole, or maybe it was the way close people betrayed me and left a gaping hole.

After the vines that were tightly wrapped around my neck finally loosened, I made a vow to never take breathing for granted again.

I wonder if she understands how different she is from any other friends I’ve had, If she recognizes how many of my poems are about the way our souls entwine, If she’ll ever know how much I love her.

I’ve grown to enjoy solitude it doesn’t feel as lonely when you are accompanied by a pen and paper.

The world around me changed once I looked past what it was and began to see what it could be.

I think autumn can teach a lot about love. About how much beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

If you are not the hero of your story, you need to change it.

Work on yourself only when you want to, & not when you are expected to change, to fit in a unit society.

You don’t miss them, you miss the version of them, scripted in your mind. Maybe it’s time for you, to change the actor of your story.

Our lives are now changed forced anew we start again it’s all we can do.

Just like the season’s hearts change too.

I was pushed to my limit and it almost broke my spirit I know change is for the best but there’s a part of me I haven’t left I’m taking time to love this mind of mine.