“And why is it that we smile, even though deep down despair eats our hearts?”

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.

It’s the holidays that mean to spread love and cheer to all who are near.

Trust can burn bridges and as easily burn them down, don’t play with it.

Breathe my dear, just breathe and this too shall surely pass it will not break you.

I am done apologizing for things I have no need to be sorry for.

I’ll say it again even though I say it all the time whatever is meant to be for me will indeed surely be mine.

I did everything I could to make it work I was casting nets into the ocean and all they were doing was returning back empty.

You ask me questions that you don’t want to know the answer to.

You say you want variety and yet you are too busy painting all your walls the same color.

Fly me to the moon but desert me there that I might finally breathe.

We wilted – like weeping willows wallowing wistfully in the wind.

The curse turned to grace when the hurt turned to faith.

Words could paint pictures.

They say diamonds are made under pressure, but what if I made of glass? and what if I’ll break?

If I were a flower, you were the rain I was longing for.

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to break me, you can always tear the pages of an open book.

You don’t share everything about you, so let’s not assume everything about them.

Sometimes a person is in peace & in the piece at the same time.