“My roots tell secrets my mind will never know but my soul remembers and that is more than enough.”

Those places will never be the same they are forever intertwined with the thought of you.

I stayed with him hoping to discover a remedy to my pain.

Darling, let go I promise you will never want to carry that pain again.

Her name is foreign on my tongue, I repeat it over and over and over in my head hoping one day it will sound familiar.

I was searching for relief in places I would never find peace.

She bloomed from the depths of darkness through the cracks she was brought to life by the sun.

I am ready to love the pieces that are weighing me down.

We were playing hide and seek with our shadows simply pretending to grasp for love we could not find in ourselves.

My mind is entangled in the thought of you.

She wanted someone that could swim to the depths of her ocean and not drown in the intensity of her soul.

I feel at home in places I’ve never been.

I am trying to find a way through this dark forest.

An endless fire burns within me whispers in my ear and encourages me to grow past what I can see.

My insecurities gave you too much power over me/ you were the catalyst to my healing/ but you are not the healer/ I am.

When will the leaves begin to change in this body of mine?

Be your love and watch the world change.

Philosophy when superficially studied, excites doubt, when thoroughly explored, it dispels it.

I truly believe that we amount to what we contribute to the world, But lately, everyone seems more concerned with taking.

To suffering there is a limit; to fearing, none.

It is perfectly true, as philosophers say, that life must be understood backwards. But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived forwards.

There is nothing more difficult than waking someone who is only pretending to be asleep.

For he has conquered death, with the gift of His last breath. Go now, and share the news, the Savior beckons you.

Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust and old authors to read.

We break ourselves to fit better into all the wrong hearts.