“I am not sorry for the way I love. I am only sorry for loving people who haven’t a clue on how to love themselves.”

I love the little things in life but when it comes to me, why do I find those little things about myself hard to love? I am everything I need.

I was in love with my own chaos, gripping tightly onto fantasies, falling into traps that swallowed me whole. I am in awe of how chaotic I am, as falling hard into my own trap saved me from who I became.

Are you only surrounding yourself with people because they add to your life or are you filling a void?

The beauty in the suffering is not the lack of love they have, it’s the depth of love they swam into that drowned them among their highest waters.

We start looking for approval from strangers when we feel we can’t approve of ourselves.

We are perfectly imperfect human beings.

If I were a garden and the seed were my soul, thus blooming is a process but I’m impatient.

You can’t appreciate the sunshine if you’ve never stood in the rain.

The wind tickles my skin trees bend back and forth sunlight kisses the earth and yet with no sound at all, I hear everything. I am peace.

People who do not make room to love you, simply do not make room to love themselves.

The lava that erupts from the volcanoes has been reoccurring for far too long and even tho I’ve been warned that my lava can burn others I can’t help but erupt at the possibility that someone will want to burn for me.

It’s okay to water your own plants. Expecting the rain to come when your plants haven’t fully grown, will stall your blooming. Don’t wait for others.

Every day is an up and down spiral I have become a hurricane coming in with no warning ceasing to understand where my destruction has come from at all.

Never pause on your needs to fulfill another person’s desires.

It does not matter how much water your glass contains; never pour your water out, if it means sacrificing a refill.

His skin sparkles like beach sand his eyes dancing endlessly with the sun for when his light embraced my darkness, I then understood why people prefer summer over winter.

You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.

Do not ever water down your love.

You’ve had love all along.

He admired the way I loved. Because I still gave everything that I had, even when I was left with nothing.

Your heart of gold will always be worth more than money.

You ask me what is love and I’ll tell you I know not. You ask me if I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I once did. You ask me how I know I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I just know.

Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space.

I stepped into love with grace. I stepped out of love with grace. The beginning was beautiful. The ending was beautiful.