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

I love the days when the earth smiles back.

There are castles everywhere filled to the brim with stories swallowed by the wind and long forgotten.

We left pieces of ourselves in each other.

Traveling is my kryptonite. Offer me a ticket to exploration and I will leave everything important in my life behind. Because the nights I get to be a wanderer of this world are the nights I can finally sleep.

Writing saved my life when it all became too much. I poured my pain out into poetry I let the paper absorb everything i’d been holding on for years.

Do not compromise who you are to satisfy the ones that are always trying to change you, that are constantly disappointed in your love.

You have caused many oceans to pour from the very eyes everyone says I got from you.

We lock away our secrets and push them deep down so they feel farther away but they will always be inside us, no matter how well we hide the key.

I come as a full course meal, I will no longer hand myself out like a menu and wait for people to pick me out.

I’ve been boiling up for too long, and I’m about to erupt. Its time for the world to feel my fire.

But maybe, We don’t need to be whole to be complete, maybe the fact that we are all a little unfinished is what makes us so alluring, so human.

I’ve spent a lot of my life being lost but aren’t those the best adventures?

Then the light came and swept me off my feet.

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.

I used to be a mighty dragon, the one that breathes fire, I used to be a magical unicorn, sprinkling rainbows everywhere, but now I’ve lost it, the magic hidden within.

Take a deep breath you are not your thoughts.

I find it so much harder to breathe when I’m fighting with you. You are my air and your love is my life force.

Would you want to breathe if you were to ask for oxygen? Would you want to drink if you were to beg for a glass of water? would you want to eat if you were to pray for a plate of food? Well, I wouldn’t.

No matter where we are, what air we breathe or which stars we are under. Your eyes always take me to dream land; that inner child-like peace of mind. That I crave when you’re gone and afar and I only see you when in my sleep.

Sometimes survival simply looks like breathing.

When God breathes He breathes on hard-hearted people.

A true leader always keeps an element of surprise up his sleeve, which others cannot grasp but which keeps his public excited and breathless.