“Always be kind. After all most hearts are home to some kind of pain.”

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.

The wild is always changing like a reminder. You do not have to be the same to be beautiful.

Watching the sun rise again over the rooftops i whisper the things i wish would come back, too. Like hope like happiness like you.

Don’t you understand? I do not want you to fight for me. I do not want this to feel like a war.

And sometimes I think I could touch the sky because these hands were made to reach and this heart was built to survive.

Some pain stays but we learn to carry it.

I am always trying to be more than I am instead of remembering that what I am is more than enough.

We broke away from each other like clouds after a storm. But the sun never reappeared for me and I don’t know what to do with all this rain.

The thing about healing is that it keeps growing the more time passes, and the thing about time is that it keep passes.

Like a storm that does not know where to let the rain fall, sometimes i do not know how to let go and other times i do not know how to stop.

Please don’t be afraid when i tell you about this emptiness i carry. I am still so full of love.

Sunflowers adapt to let the light reach them and I’m learning to do the same.

I want to be like the wild; Never afraid to grow.

And maybe my arms have grown too tired to hold this but my eyes will never stop searching for miracles.

They tell you to be grateful for what you have. But you are also allowed to be sad for what you have lost.

At the centre of the human heart is the longing for an absolute good, a longing which is always there and is never appeased by any object in this world.

If one does not attach himself to people and desires, never shall his heart be broken. But then, does he ever truly live?

Believing prayer will lead to whole-hearted action.

Down in their hearts, wise men know this truth: the only way to help yourself is to help others.

I believe the only way we can reach the Kingdom of Heaven is to have the Kingdom of Heaven in our hearts.

I am the same person with a renewed heart, I learned so much, I have the entire oceans to scream.

I had something on my chest and my heart couldn’t hold it any longer – the reason I started writing poetry.

Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.