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

Sweet oblivion please come and carry me off to freedom, at last.

Will you stay up late with me tonight? sit quietly while I write you into a piece of art that will be a marvel for the ages?

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.

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.

If you want to go beyond your compulsive tendencies, the only way is to become conscious.

It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.

Things are just things – they have no power to hurt or to heal. Only people can do that. And we can all choose whether to be hurt or healed by the people who love us.

I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.

Cry it all out darling because sometimes what you need is a good cry.

And so I wait. I wait for time to heal the pain and raise me to me feet once again – so that I can start a new path, my own path, the one that will make me whole again.

Time doesn’t heal emotional pain, you need to learn how to let go.

To reteach a thing its loveliness is the nature of metta. Through loving kindness, everyone & everything can flower again from within.