“My lonely soul drowns in empty bodies.”

Your name suffocates me.

I am now empty. And you still look at me as if I have more left to give.

It is a loud war to love you in silence.

What’s enough really? I just wonder if I’ll ever stop breaking.

I can’t get back the time I’ve wasted trying to make you stay. What matters is that I left.

I want to fall in love. But it’s not easy. Finding a soul like yours never is.

You can take my heart. But you should know, It’s not whole.

I wish it were easy. You know to be brave. And look at myself without quickly wanting to turn away.

I know loving you has consequences. In silence from a distance and alone.

I built bridges that never once led me back to you. I just didn’t realize you were the one breaking them.

I don’t know who I am anymore. And maybe that’s okay. What if, this time I can be someone who doesn’t believe in love anymore.

The best thing we built together was our end.

Love me through your eyes and let your skin follow.

I could hear my heartbreak. And instead of screaming, I listened.

I must have been out of my mind to believe pain wouldn’t leave any scars.

Your words were cold. I felt them as they crashed through my bones.

Perfection does not consist in macerating or killing the body, but in killing our perverse self-will.

Healing and the resentment cannot live in the same body. One must suffocate to let the other survive.

Often people ask how I manage to be happy despite having no arms and no legs. The quick answer is that I have a choice. I can be angry about not having limbs, or I can be thankful that I have a purpose. I chose gratitude.

When the words come, they are merely empty shells without the music. They live as they are sung, for the words are the body and the music the spirit.

I have a woman’s body and a child’s emotions.

Attention to the human body brings healing and regeneration. Through awareness of the body we remember who we really are.

There’s more to life than cheek bones.

What is it you want to change? Your hair, your face, your body? Why? For God is in love with all those things and he might weep when they are gone.