“Listen to the silence it will speak to you in a way that no amount of chaos and noise ever could.”

There is so much inside of me I feel as if I will be writing forever.

And with the wind in her hair and defiance in her heart, she puts one foot in front of the other and walks into the unknown.

Fire and rain; we either drown or we burn.

The lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.

It is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.

Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.

In all the ways I have grown I wish I didn’t grow away from you.

Time is slipping away from me. And yet, all I have tried to do is pass time.

I can’t believe it, I’m falling apart. I recognize the way my feelings eat me from inside out.

And what am I supposed to do with all this residue?

I live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.

It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.

My thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.

Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.

I live in spaces between contradictions for I am a paradox with the depth of an ocean.

I love you so much that it hurts and that’s the problem I love you so much that it hurts.