“Let the past move past you.”

She was a walking poem. A thunderstorm of emotions demanding to be felt.

The depth of your soul cannot be reached by those afraid to swim.

Though life will always change let your light remain the same.

How strange that our hearts heal from the same thing that broke it -love.

The heart will welcome destruction to avoid tasting loneliness -why we stay.

Hearts watered with love grow into flowers.

Your hands find me my skin has been waiting for this, for hands that speak with tenderness.

When you finally let go peace begins to flow.

All the grey and gloom was colored by the light she bloomed.

Nothing can bury you if you have the strength to grow.

The rain that’s been so heavy, is only a reminder of the harvest that’s coming.

The darkest night always ends in morning light.

Never forget your power, for in your heart you yeild flowers.

Let the stillness wash over you and bring a silence to the storm.

We travel great distances to find ourselves when we need to only look within.

Let the beauty of solitude heal and not destroy.

Any of us can live without affecting one another.

Someday, someone will love this universe the way that it is and that someone will be you. Someday, someone will love you the way that you are and that someone will be you.

I’m sorry i can’t love in pieces, give me everything or nothing at all.

It wasn’t just love. It was pure ecstasy at its finest.

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.

I began writing a book on love because I felt that the United States is moving away from love.

Have the courage to make room for what you want.

Be a force of love as often as you can and turn away negative thoughts whenever you feel them surface.