“Caught inside my mind trapped between its horrid lines losing precious time.”

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.

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.

When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.

Riches do not delight us so much with their possession, as torment us with their loss.

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.

I’m not the boss of my house. I don’t know how I lost it, I don’t know when I lost it, I don’t really think I ever had it. But I’ve seen the boss’s job and I don’t want it!

There is no me without you! Losing you was the catalyst for everything.

Good generalship is a realization that you’ve got to try and figure out how to accomplish your mission with a minimum loss of human life.

As a leader you do not stop and calculate your losses during combat.

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.