“There is so much inside of me I feel as if I will be writing forever.”

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.

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

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.

Don’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.

Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.

It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling.

I hear that word pressure all the time. There is a lot of pressure put on me, but I don’t put a lot of pressure on myself. I feel if I play my game, it will take care of itself.

My way probably wont work for most people but the more I got naked the more comfortable I felt.

Distance doesn’t exist, in fact, and neither does time. Vibrations from love or music can be felt everywhere, at all times.

The past feels distant, even when it’s near. The future feels assured, even when it isn’t.

Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath.

Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.