“Your soul is an Ocean.”

Every fall is a chance to rise.

Even mermaids come up for air.

There is no moon like you.

My heart is a wild flower.

Peace is possible.

Timing is an art.

I never feel the rise before the fall.

Every journey starts with a decision.

Not all your thoughts are true.

Like the earth we need peace to heal ourselves.

A cold heart hurts you the most.

The right choice will never feel wrong.

Your path is perfect.

There is no love like your own.

Sometimes the only choice is you.

The solitude is taking me home.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

I am chaos I am war. I am an ocean an island. I am pain I am truth. I am still human.

You were an ocean and I never did learn to breathe underwater.

The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this… and the Ocean does that.

There’s nothing that scares me more than, like, being in the ocean by myself.

Loving and being yourself is the only wave I think everyone should ride on.