“Often all we can do is breathe, even that can be hard sometimes.”

Sitting watching the sunset she was thinking about him the way she always did when she saw something beautiful.

When everyone that exists right now becomes history packed into the soil and stars I wonder what they will learn about us.

I’ll never understand how you dumped water on me but didn’t notice me drowning.

Sometimes I just want to put my hands in the air and scream all the reasons I love life into the wind. Until someone comes along to celebrate with me.

I can’t wait to collect memories from every corner of the earth to splash in the vastness of this beautiful world.

Run. Run as fast as you can it doesn’t matter where as long as you feel the wind against your skin. As long as you leave everything safe behind you and don’t look back.

Thoughts are just visitors passing through our minds, sometimes they stay awhile uninvited- anxiety.

You have always been able to manipulate my heart in such a way that even though I’m bleeding, I offer you band aids that are holding me together.

Piece by piece we rebuild the moon each night.

Forgiveness is a baked good it takes time and patience and i used to enjoy bouncing around the kitchen mixing sugar and love- but i don’t bake anymore.

I realize, no matter how much we grew, no matter how much we may have learnt, at the end of the day we both lost- because we didn’t have each other.

You are the sweet, soft, delicacy that delights my soul. I want to taste every part of your aura’s citrusy tang.

Dear me, I love you the most when you are being yourself.

I’ve scattered poems all across this world so that if you ever decide to wonder about an old friend you could see that despite all my anger really- I just miss you.

Some things won’t change-some things can’t.

Last winter was colder than usual. Maybe it was the warmth that died with the millions of lives covid stole, or maybe it was the way close people betrayed me and left a gaping hole.

Inhale a deep breath exhale and release it all welcome peace inside.

She now finds solace in vanilla-scented daydreams, as her soul sings away in a musical symphony of humid breaths and well-favored smiles.

She tried building walls but a heart of fire and air breath and spirit cannot be confined.

How can I not love you from a distance when you breathe the same way I do, Have the same needs I do?  Search for the same purpose and meaning that I do? Why must there be me over here and you over there that do not live in the same world?

The woman I am today is grateful, for the life that she has lived. And until she takes her last breath, it’s with gratitude she’ll live.

For he has conquered death, with the gift of His last breath. Go now, and share the news, the Savior beckons you.

If it doesn’t open you like love, kiss you like rain and leave you breathless, wanting more, it isn’t love.

He breathed life into me and then left me suffocating.