“I’m not here to boost your confidence with compliments. I’m here to figure out why you won’t open up. I rather see what the problem is, within the sea of broken promises.”

I don’t know what I’m looking for in life, I just have this feeling it looks a lot like you.

It’s funny how some people can make you feel alone and be right next to you. While others can be thousands of miles away and still make you feel connected.

Don’t lose faith in me, my dear. I will always desperately love you.

Let’s call an Uber, I don’t think either of us is in any condition to drive. You a little drunk off me and me just totally intoxicated from you.

We forget hoe easily it is to love when things are good.

Nothing easier than being who you are.

I don’t want to be the water that puts your flame out. I want to be the wind that fans it to it’s full potential.

Learn from the past. Live in the present. Prepare for the future.

I don’t want words that are said. I want words that are meant.

I want those forehead to forehead moments with eyes closed deeply. So deeply that the world disappears and every scent of you leaves an imprint on my mind.

We live in a world where too many minds are distracted while their souls are asleep.

Be with someone who loves you with eyes closed. No surface distractions.

Don’t feed me lies to grow my ego. Give me truths that hurt but also grow my soul.

I hope you find someone who dances to the beat of your soul, so you never have to sit alone in life while the music plays.

So many words to say but silence always seemed to be the answer.

Sometimes the words just fall out of me when I’m around you. So there’s no need to say I’m talented, I’m just lucky to have you as my muse.

You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.

She knew full well the enormity of her offense, but because her desires were stronger than the code she was breaking, she persisted in breaking it.

Brokenness is a beginning.

Broken before catching – a break.

Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?

The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.

Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.