“I do not hate the scars they hold me together binding flesh and experience gnarled lines.”

Today was the day years ago it meant something then it can’t anymore.

We are so much more than the sum of parts colors staining us bruises of identity.

My heart cracks like an egg spilling the promises I thought I made.

Love and devotion are different words for a reason.

We dream of roses and grow like weeds.

My heart keeps room for you always even when you can’t be here.

Somehow you’d had your mermaids never smell like fish.

Spring into summer from pale green to emerald unfurling with grace.

You are all burning desires and questions with no answers.

Love was learning to read your vulnerability like a foreign language.

We don’t always have to see eye to eye when we are meeting soul to soul.

It is an act of courage every time you create. Stay brave.

We would look with scorn at witch mothers who build towers but not at princes who lust after caged women.

Somehow even in the dark, you can always turn to catch my kisses.

Love is not a net to catch others with.

The loss of innocence is inevitable bitterness does not have to be.

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.

What is the secret of success? Right decisions. How do you make right decisions? Experience. How do you gain experience? Wrong decisions.

Everybody has a story. And there’s something to be learned from every experience.

We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.

True forgiveness is when you can say, Thank you for that experience.

Don’t judge a man by where he is, because you don’t know how far he has come.

Talent comes from experience and failure.

Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can learn and understand, without having experienced.