“Piece by piece we rebuild the moon each night.”

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.

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 hope you realize how special you are, how your existence brings light to the people around you just like the moon and the dark night sky.

Leave me to the moon he understands this side of my darkness.

The fading blue of yesterdays sky is reminding me of the hopeless love I told the moon about you.

The earth together with its surrounding waters must in fact have such a shape as its shadow reveals, for its eclipses the moon with the arc of a perfect circle.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

She was a moon, that vanished and transformed into fullness.

The moon is alive because of the darkness how could we – ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?

Even the Moon takes care of you wherever you go, it follows you.