“Doubts are powerful. They, not only demand we look again, they tell us what to see.”

Everyone claims they want the truth. Just not in all her bright entirety. We’d rather she visit in dim shades of light, that won’t hurt our eyes.

And, when it comes to counting our blessings; we humans are all bad at math.

Second chances, are filled with humans hoping for a third.

Learning is easy. Unlearning is tricky. The former is knowledge gained. The latter is knowledge gained, recognized as a loss.

How abstract we humans sound, when we say these are dark times. As though it isn’t in our hands that paint our times.

No. I do not wish upon stars, I hear they fall.

This year has been heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Past lifetimes do not concern me. Whatever memory succumbs to be forgotten, is one I do not aspire to repeat.

It seems to be, that there are dual reasons why justice is rarely given. One, too little evidence. Two, too much.

Some days are heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Toxicity isn’t always a harsh tone or a bruise. Often it’s a “this is who I am.” Often it’s a “I’ll change” Void of when.

Never give a human the job of making you happy. Some days, they might call you sick. Other days they might call quit.

I have felt warmth in lies, and coldness in truth. This is how I know that morality, transcends the physicality of temperatures.

Fear, is a curtain telling you she’s a door walkthrough.

It is the silliness of youth to trust time.

I used to believe that living is doing, moving, getting. But, there is life in staying still. A bird is a bird even when she isn’t flying.

Wise people are never less alone than when they are alone.

Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Never look backwards or you’ll fall down the stairs.

Destruction after all is a form of creation.

Too deeply. Thats how much you hurt me. All my love fell in.

You don’t have to try to fix anyone. You just have to love them.

Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?