“You are right where you are supposed to be; growing, gracefully.”

Sometimes in the act of moving on you relive pain everyday until there’s nothing left to feel anymore.

They say love comes in waves; yours is the only ocean I’m willing to drown in.

I’m stuck reliving old memories. moving aimlessly from one memory to another, in hopes of finding solitude; a serenity I never got to experience.

We’re a creation of words, constantly looking for acceptance in places we don’t belong.

To grow up is to experience all sorts of heartaches & still manage to see the beauty in every pain.

To love you is to drown every day & still crave the taste of the ocean.

Just like flowers; we shed, only to learn how to prosper again.

I was left with a fragile heart yet, I learned to embrace all my broken pieces.

You were a beautiful dream but dreams dont last long.

I’m seeking endings for tales that have never begun.

You will know your worth eventually & you will heal with time; slowly, yet beautifully.

We drift through life seeking second chances only to lose them once they’re given to us.

I seek calmness in between your words, amidst the chaos that consumes mine

Just like the moon. Keep glowing even when darkness is consuming you.

Perhaps we were meant to end so this heart of mine learns how to love itself again.

One day; you will learn to love yourself just enough to let them go.

I don’t think that being in a full-time relationship is necessarily for everybody all of the time. It’s not necessarily some state of grace.

To be alive is to be broken; to be broken is to stand in need of grace.

To love yourself, truly love yourself, is to finally discover the essence of personal courage, self-respect, integrity, and self-esteem. These are the qualities of grace that come directly from a soul with stamina.

It is most impossible that we should beseech mercy and grace, and not have it.

The Good News of the gospel of grace cries out: We are all, equally, privileged but unentitled beggars at the door of God’s mercy!

I think life would mean nullity if grace does not pick my hand again to reach you.

Hope remains. The light will stay. You are held and seen and covered in grace.

Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, or worn. It is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace & gratitude.