“Be gentle with yourself, my child. In your hands you hold all that is precious within you.”

The only castle you were ever meant to live in, my child, is the one that’s always existed in your soul.

Love. There are no barriers against its infinite power, my child, save for those we impose upon ourselves.

Yes, my child, in this world, following your heart, remaining true to your soul, is sometimes the bravest thing you’ll ever do.

Recovery isn’t an end-game. It’s an every day, by the grace of God, I choose me, I choose them, I’ve come this far, I will not go back, war for my soul that I will not lose.

It’s his soul that speaks to me.

They never told us love would be easy. They only showed us love would always be enough.

You don’t need to define this moment, my child. You need only live it.

But it was the way he loved me that made me want to stay forever.

But above all, my child, grace is choosing love when faced with hate.

Love worth reaching for. Worth hurting for. Worth dying for. This love worth fighting for. And worth staying for.

Great is Your presence, Lord. Great is Your peace. Great is Your truthfulness. Blessed be are we.

One of the things that makes him so incredibly beautiful to me is the way he loves so completely.

It’s no wonder we’ve always sought the sky. After all, my child, our souls were meant to fly.

Maybe all these stars carry the souls of those we’ve lost. And our countless wishes carry all the love we never got to give them. Maybe.

Without acceptance, I would have never known freedom. Without surrender, I would have never known peace. And without dying to myself, I would have never known what it truly means to live.

She is wise, but still learning. She is brave, but ever thoughtful. She is deep, but still has oceans left to fill.

I’m a romantic with a wild heart that loves deep like the poet in me.

Until the world needs a beautiful mind like yours, they call you insane.

I held a funeral for my past. But on occasion, I find myself dropping by its grave with pink roses to thank it for all lessons it taught me.

I will not spend the time I do have, wasting it, wishing there was more.

Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.

He who says the least speaks the most.

I know April showers are meant to bring May flowers but what if the rain doesn’t slow down and all the flowers just drown.

My mind is the double helix that twists and turns around my voice.