““No” is such a controversial word. Clear, resounding when uttered by men. By women, Low, muffled. Sounds like “yes.””

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 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.

No, I’m not one to go in pursuit of happiness. It is common knowledge, is it not? That what is chased after will run.

We were purple, one day, we felt whole the next day split apart into red and blue.

What’s lost, can be found. What’s broken, may be fixed. But what lives in denial of either of these will remain as it is.

A problem ignored, has two outcomes. The illusion that it is gone, and the reality of one problem becoming more.

Be careful out there; I hear humans get killed for wearing the wrong skin.

Every human carries a heavy past. But the good thing about what can be carried, is that it can also be put down.

Men are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves; they, therefore, remain bound.

All that man achieves and all that he fails to achieve is the direct result of his own thoughts.

All men whilst they are awake are in one common world: but each of them, when he is asleep, is in a world of his own.

The whole world is run on bluff. No race, no nation, no man has any divine right to take advantage of others. Why allow the other fellow to bluff you?

A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.

Every act of a man springs from the hidden seeds of thought.

A man can only rise, conquer, and achieve by lifting up his thoughts.

When a man makes his thoughts pure, he no longer desires impure food.