“I used to envy the sun, for having seen it all. I was wrong. Left with nothing to see, how bored she must be.”

And now, we look back at what was normal, and we find that normal isn’t always good or right; No. Normal, is whatever has been spent with us, the longest time. And that in itself is not a valid reason for it to stay.

A fair-weathered friend; I am not. I bring my own sunshine.

At present, Nations are burning. But, their leaders mistake the ash for snow.

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.

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

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 shed skin after skin, seeking my true colors, expecting a rainbow or a stripe of black, but all I get are maps of red. We are all human underneath.

There is no better time to start than now.

His revenge wasn’t loud or nasty. His revenge was silent because growth can not be heard.

When you find yourself in a hole, quit digging.

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.

A love so deep the ocean gets jealous.

She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.

Take a deep breath, feel. Now let it all go.