“Your love left me simultaneously whole and in pieces.”

Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.

The adult heart beats differently.

Quiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.

Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.

It’s not so much about seeing the light as it is feeling the light.

She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.

Your essence, so pure. Even from across the room. I want to savor every last drop. Maybe you could heal the devil in me.

And we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.

I have a heart full of feelings. But a mouth devoid of words.

I am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.

It’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.

It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.

You are the color amidst the grey.

Run free little soul. You were never meant to be constrained.

Fragments of my love will live in you for eternity.

Sometimes I lay down at night and wonder if it’s time to lay down my life.

I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.

Air you breathe is bad for your lungs so you’ve got to careful and don’t overdue any bad air. Too much pot, too much anything is not good. Your lung is a piece of flesh, a piece of bone. You can injure it.

Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

Everyone is dealing with something. This is life; this is not just a piece of cake. You expect that when your teammates are doing their jobs, so you got to compartmentalize and do your job.

It’s a very excruciating life facing that blank piece of paper every day and having to reach up somewhere into the clouds and bring something down out of them.

Only humans have the tendency to break something and be disgusted by the pieces.

Inspect every piece of pseudoscience and you will find a security blanket.