“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.”

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.

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.

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

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.

I remind myself that I am capable of growing flowers from rain and building mountains from dirt.

I have cried with the rain. Now I will grow with the forest.

I am made of flowers, the kind that always grow back even after the frost.

Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. It’s their way of falling.

Falling in love and having a relationship are two different things.

Music is the only thing keeping the peace when I’m falling into pieces.

Don’t fall on their level. Be better.

Everything is falling into pieces and those pieces are fitting into the exact places they need to.

When you start growing and valuing yourself, certain individuals will start to fall off.

With every falling flake, a unique spark of interest falls from heaven.

Music is the only thing keeping the peace when I’m falling into pieces.