“Welcome to winter, where dark nights last forever and sadness prevails.”

Strength runs through our veins that’s why even when we fall we always get up.

Don’t be deceived beloved no one really knows what they’re doing.

I tried to write you something uplifting but I could only see grey.

It’s the holidays that mean to spread love and cheer to all who are near.

Trust can burn bridges and as easily burn them down, don’t play with it.

Breathe my dear, just breathe and this too shall surely pass it will not break you.

I am done apologizing for things I have no need to be sorry for.

And why is it that we smile, even though deep down despair eats our hearts?

I’ll say it again even though I say it all the time whatever is meant to be for me will indeed surely be mine.

I did everything I could to make it work I was casting nets into the ocean and all they were doing was returning back empty.

You ask me questions that you don’t want to know the answer to.

You say you want variety and yet you are too busy painting all your walls the same color.

Fly me to the moon but desert me there that I might finally breathe.

We wilted – like weeping willows wallowing wistfully in the wind.

You are not your pain you are pure infinity and a little more.

And I refuse to apologize until the very end for the way that I feel – my feelings are valid too.

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.

We must be willing to encounter darkness and despair when they come up and face them, over and over again if need be, without running away or numbing ourselves in the thousands of ways we conjure up to avoid the unavoidable.

Out of darkness is born the light.

Even on the darkest days the sun still rises.

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.

To be honest it became quite dark and cold – without her.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.