“You are not your pain you are pure infinity and a little more.”

Night moon shines down on us reflecting our kindred souls colliding.

You are the season of love, light and endless grace awe excludes from you.

And I knew something was deeply broken inside me when you gave me the most glimmering of compliments and I still could not bring myself to muster even the faintest of smiles.

Now the fireflies do more justice with their light than we ever did.

And all the sorries I imagined you would say was just apologies that never came.

And even if a short while from now you take off to inhabit some cloud way above cloud nine I’d still rather stay grounded and watch the stars from here.

There is beauty in endings, for they are simply our new beginnings.

And I will continue to be like the sun falling yet rising every single day.

It’s too good to be true things are bound to go terribly wrong at some point – whenever things are going good for a while.

Anxiety sucks creeps its way into your brain and decides to stay.

If we die now what will all this have been for? mere clasping at straws.

Make your peace with those things that start a war within you.

Now I just say my words bleed from wounds that never healed.

Strength runs through our veins that’s why even when we fall we always get up.

Don’t be deceived beloved no one really knows what they’re doing.

I tried to write you something uplifting but I could only see grey.

She has a beautiful way of turning pain into love for others.

How many wounds can you convert to wisdom? How much pain to power can you permute and fathom? This is your story; rewrite how it’s written.

My bloody hands that hold on to faith. Learned that we grow with pain and not age.

I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.

After the flood, the colors were brightened demand tears of pain to feel so enlightened. Lassoed hope from the clouds that caused it to rain, divine intervention to feel love again.

New pain is an old pain wrapped in a new story.

Its painful to see when your own people doesn’t support your artistic calibre. The very quality strangers call you extraordinary for.

Without listening, don’t speak. Without seeing, don’t hear.