“Tainted colors in summer rain mixed with white to relieve all the pain.”

The art of being uncomfortable is a fine one it is necessary to become strong.

A love that is, a love that was, a love that loved.

I thought of you to realize that you haven’t crossed my mind for a while.

You could have shook my whole world luckily I became aware, and I took a turn.

I decide that my vulnerability is my strength I remember to not forget.

Time is by my side I’m not running forward for time is not behind.

Sometimes you need to take a tiny break to take space and reevaluate.

You were the sun that made me see that to be loved is also destined for me.

You don’t have to be afraid it’s okay everything will graciously fall into place.

You revived me after my knees were weak, you kept going on towards another peak.

I move a bit slower that is fine because I blossom after I hide.

Writing is my job, and I am employed by god.

Death is love, and love is death it is letting go even before your last breath.

You made me uncomfortable, in a good way.

Inner work leads to success.

Whatever I will accomplish today I am proud of myself anyway.

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

Dance is a song of the body. Either of joy or pain.

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.

Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.

The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men’s pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.

Every single ounce of pain I have ever felt was a bend on the road that led me to you.

Compassion is one of the highest states of consciousness that you can choose to assist you in times of enormous pain.

Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.