“Sometimes it’s as if we’re an overflowed tank. As if we are holding more than what can really fit inside us.”

I think autumn can teach a lot about love. About how much beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

In poetry, I like to play my songs, In words is where my soul belongs.

I find hope in late summer afternoons.

I always wanted to feel it all. From the chaos of a thunderstorm to the touch of the wind. Both adrenaline and calm, fear and bravery.

There’s a soft-wild touch in love.

Go search for your soul; even if you don’t really know the route for being whole.

Maybe you’ve been through hell. But can you see how brave you were to get this far?

If you could choose to be anyone, would you still choose to be you?

Please, don’t listen to all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

We have the entire universe within the soul. So dark and empty and yet, so full of light, so whole.

You’re like the sun; because nor the grey nor the storm can bring down the essence of your wildest form.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.

The more you believe, the brighter you will shine.

She is like water lily, because in the most hostile waters she blooms.

My love, you know the colors of my soul.

When they try to break you down let the rain nourish your roots; let yourself flourish away.

Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.

I am very depressed and deeply disgusted with painting. It is really a continual torture.

Other people are going to find healing in your wounds. Your greatest life messages and your most effective ministry will come out of your deepest hurts.

We should not pray for God to be on our side, but pray that we may be on God’s side.

I am a deeply superficial person.

In deep pain, people don’t need logic, advice, encouragement, or even Scripture. They just need you to show up and shut up.

Change is painful. Few people have the courage to seek out change. Most people won’t change until the pain of where they are exceeds the pain of change.

The things we see every day are the things we never see at all.