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

I’ll never understand how you dumped water on me but didn’t notice me drowning.

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.

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.

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

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.

Something very beautiful happens to people when their world’s fallen apart: a humility, a nobility, a higher intelligence emerges at just the point when our knees hit the floor.

I want to paint the air in which the bridge, the house and the boat are to be found – the beauty of the air around them, and that is nothing less than the impossible.

If you permit your thoughts to dwell on evil you yourself will become ugly. Look only for the good in everything so you absorb the quality of beauty.

Alas, the transports beauty can inspire!

Please don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.

We give our best affections to the beautiful, only our second best to the useful.

She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.

For me, it might sound cliche, but beauty for me really does start on the inside. It’s like a state of mind, a state of love if you will. Then, whatever you can do on the outside is all like a bonus.