“Worry and fear did their best to sway her, but she was too preoccupied with truth.”

Your eyes look brighter somehow, as though the clouds within have parted, and your inner sun is radiating all your heart is.

Some parts of the journey are about learning to be; unclasping the hands of productivity to set us free.

Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.

Its natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.

Love wins, for it is true; see love is the essence, the purity within you.

Sometimes she pleaded with life, only to find out that she was begging for her very essence; for she is life itself.

Every moment of presence is a moment of soul; the portal in which true tales are told and hearts desires unfold.

I love those moments that you know you’re going to miss, and you breathe in every inch to try and bottle up its bliss.

Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.

I’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.

She nursed her wounds, softly holding space, breathing love into pain, until it turned into grace.

The girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.

Her dreams were akin to the vastness within.

She knew what was in her heart and that was enough; she could feel what was real for it lighted her up.

It always comes back to you, when I turn away you’re in my rear view; life twists and turns arriving at pastures new, but still it always comes back to you.

She wants to live in trust; knowing that the right particles are colliding, in the most divinely timed timing.

Despite my best efforts I’ve seen you naked before – doesn’t do much for me so no worries.

Once I left out what I then considered my best line because there was a suspected column rat in the house.

The best that we can do is to be kindly and helpful toward our friends and fellow passengers who are clinging to the same speck of dirt while we are drifting side by side to our common doom.

I don’t understand why it has to be either – or – either socialism or democracy. Why can’t we combine things to get the best of each system?

Our best successes often come after our greatest disappointments.

I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it. I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.

He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.

I mean, I wasn’t the best student in school. It would be different if I were to pursue music while I was already in school and doing things for my parents to be proud of and music was a side thing. Being that I dropped everything to do music, they was not with it.