“Walls and brick have never felt like home, the way your gentle bones do.”

I accepted all of you – except for the vital part, that couldn’t accept all of me.

And when I lie broken with my face pressed to the earth – I will look to the cloudless sky, and reach out for it once more.

In the pause between your breaths and the space between your heartbeats, I think I heard forever.

This heaviness inside my bones tells me, I still carry the weight of loving you.

And all I wish is that your happiness would reach beneath the surface of your skin, grow deep roots, and bloom.

Tears like flame slide down my skin, they burn like the memory of you.

I constantly wonder if I’m enough, do you? Tell me I’m not alone in my insufficiency.

Broken wings may be grounded now, but they will taste freedom again.

I want to lay down spread out and be the one to fill all the spaces empty – and occupied by her.

I breathe out light pleasing, soft, and warm – I’m still learning to breathe out fire.

Healing was not found in mending my brokenness, but in finding peace among the pieces.

How easy it was to hide from everything; everything except the truth in your eyes.

You were consumed in running away from yourself, and I was just another way for you to get lost.

Reflected eyes held pain from too many vain attempts to find love in other people.

I see the pain you hide inside you, those shadows that haunt your eyes, let tears of liquid darkness flow until space is made for light.

And still, she longs for love, when all she knows of it, is how much it scars.

What you feel about another person, what you think or say about another person, what you do to another person – you do to you. Give judgment and criticism and you give it to yourself. Give love and appreciation to another person or anything, and you give it to yourself.

In my mind’s eye, I visualize how a particular… sight and feeling will appear on a print. If it excites me, there is a good chance it will make a good photograph. It is an intuitive sense, an ability that comes from a lot of practice.

Love is simply a bundle of feelings that we express, whether to attract, arouse or communicate our thoughts to someone else.

You cry and tell yourself to toughen up but what’s tougher than feeling?

I know fairytales aren’t real but being with you felt like one.

I love to reinvent myself, and that’s because I am a very free person. I do what I feel, and I love who I am.

People who understand our silence also understand our words. People who understand our silence make us feel most at home.

You loved me when it seemed impossible to love myself. I’ll never forget that. I’ll never unfeel that.