“How terrifying to have my head in agreement with my heart.”

Every day we don’t speak is one day closer to the day we will.

How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.

I’m not looking at my phone. I’m looking for you.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

I will never let go of your letters; the last tangible pieces of you.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

Whisper it to me in poetry.

The devil on my shoulder has a lot to say about you.

I’ve run out of pain, which is to say, I’ve run out of words.

Let’s kiss under the moon and make the stars jealous.

Almost a year of us not speaking and still, I talk to you every day.

I’ve run out of ways to tell you I hurt.

How lonely it feels to be next to you.

I don’t look for trouble. I just get lucky.

I wonder what you do with the memories of me.

The older you get, the more you learn to see what you’ve been taught to see. When you’re a kid, you see what’s there.

When I’m not with the one I love, I love the one I’m with.

The trouble with most of us is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism.

Our insatiable drive to rummage deep beneath the surface of the earth is a willful expansion of our dysfunctional civilization into Nature.

No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.

Just because we feel offended doesn’t mean we must be offended. Feelings are indicators not dictators.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

Even when we find not what we seek, we find something as well worth seeking as what we missed.