“I cannot lose you quietly. It will take blood and bone to pull you from my chest.”

Her smile is an open flame and I have a paper heart.

It was always you who felt like water when my whole body was a flame.

Just because the pain is comfortable doesn’t mean you have to wear it.

Some days survival is all the living I can do.

There’s a weight to it, this missing you.

Her heart is heavy and ruined with hope.

Maybe I hold onto pain because I don’t know who I am without it.

Even heartbreak can find a way to feel like home.

We built futures I’ll never get to visit. But I still have to watch them crumble.

I surround myself with trees in the hope I might become a  growing thing, too.

To hurt is simply an act of remembering. Of holding my skin to the edge in the hope I might feel anything at all.

I have no idea how I made it this far without you.

The answer is you. I forget the question.

You touch me as though you have forgotten my skin.

What a fragile, dying thing love turned out to be.

She smiles and life isn’t as hard as it used to be.

Take care of your body because it’s always trying to take care of you.

We are all just infinities, bounded by our bodies, trying to find forever in a numbered days.

Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul.

You’re in the body but not the body, you’re in the mind but not the mind. Real change starts from inside not from outside.

Body language shows everything.

Feel what it is that you need in your life. Listen to your body and grasp a better understanding.

Tattoos are interesting, but at the same time they are also a mask – you are exhibiting your past life on your body.

Your body is a work of art & your life is magic.