“Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.”

The lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.

It is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.

Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.

In all the ways I have grown I wish I didn’t grow away from you.

Time is slipping away from me. And yet, all I have tried to do is pass time.

I can’t believe it, I’m falling apart. I recognize the way my feelings eat me from inside out.

And what am I supposed to do with all this residue?

I live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.

It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.

My thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.

Listen to the silence it will speak to you in a way that no amount of chaos and noise ever could.

I live in spaces between contradictions for I am a paradox with the depth of an ocean.

I love you so much that it hurts and that’s the problem I love you so much that it hurts.

Time passes. But pieces of my heart remain in the moments of the past that ignited the colors of my soul.

I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.

It will never be like the way it always was.

Our favorite holding period is forever.

Strength isn’t always shown in what you can hold on to, sometimes it’s shown in what you can let go of.

Love makes everything complicated, and emotions always go wild in the beginning. But when it’s real, you should hold on tight.

I’m standing up, I’mma face my demons, I’m manning up, I’mma hold my ground.

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you.

Before you give up, think of the reason you held on so long.

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.

Rather than having small smart tricks to get by, focus on holding on and persevering.