“Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.”

A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret- I can’t forgive me, and you can’t forget.

It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. I saw love in your smile, and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch, and I was already home.

Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.

It was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me. “Do you love me, I ask?” In your hesitation I found my answer.

I loved you more than love was allowed.

I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.

And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.

We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.

What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.

Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.

Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.

I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.

In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.

When you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them.

She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.

The most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.

And if today isn’t for us, I’d settle for a someday with you.

Darkness, that here surrounds our purblind understanding, will vanish at the dawning of eternal day.

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle the nights i can’t remember the mornings I slept thru all the time spent running from myself.

We have only now, only this single eternal moment opening and unfolding before us, day and night.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Not every day can be an easy one, nor every day fully happy; but even a day of tough going and difficulty can be a good day.

When everything in life gets so complicated it only takes a day to change it.