“It seems to be, that there are dual reasons why justice is rarely given. One, too little evidence. Two, too much.”

Doubt has evolved. From a ‘what if I can’t?’ To a ‘what if I can? And it doesn’t last?’

Everyone claims they want the truth. Just not in all her bright entirety. We’d rather she visit in dim shades of light, that won’t hurt our eyes.

And, when it comes to counting our blessings; we humans are all bad at math.

Second chances, are filled with humans hoping for a third.

Learning is easy. Unlearning is tricky. The former is knowledge gained. The latter is knowledge gained, recognized as a loss.

How abstract we humans sound, when we say these are dark times. As though it isn’t in our hands that paint our times.

No. I do not wish upon stars, I hear they fall.

This year has been heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Past lifetimes do not concern me. Whatever memory succumbs to be forgotten, is one I do not aspire to repeat.

Some days are heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Toxicity isn’t always a harsh tone or a bruise. Often it’s a “this is who I am.” Often it’s a “I’ll change” Void of when.

Never give a human the job of making you happy. Some days, they might call you sick. Other days they might call quit.

I have felt warmth in lies, and coldness in truth. This is how I know that morality, transcends the physicality of temperatures.

Fear, is a curtain telling you she’s a door walkthrough.

It is the silliness of youth to trust time.

I used to believe that living is doing, moving, getting. But, there is life in staying still. A bird is a bird even when she isn’t flying.

Please, tell me who you are and what you want. And if you think those are simple questions, keep in mind that most people live their entire lives without arriving at an answer.

When a man is not deeply convicted of sin, it is a pretty sure sign that he has not truly repented. Experience has taught me that men who have very slight conviction of sin sooner or later lapse back into their old life.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Your daily behavior reveals your deepest beliefs.

Think higher, feel deeper.

The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you’re still a rat.

Some of you are doomed to be artists.

I am the kind of tired that does not need a bed but rather, hope.