“Skin is just the softest cage.”

When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.

Pain has one name but finds you through many.

My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.

My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.

When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.

A vicious cycle of becoming the thing that hurt you the most- Life.

If i never find the words for how much you mean to me you’re all the best ones and then some, love.

Love me fearlessly for everything I am and all the things I come with.

When I love I leave nothing for the dogs.

If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart i’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.

Do you remember when I felt like home?

If drowning taught me how to swim, this fall will teach me how to fall.

To be struck with a force you cannot match if not death it must be love.

The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.

Palm trees-they bend but never break I hope your love grows like this.

My mind is never where it needs to be and doesn’t tell me where it goes it runs away one window to the next looking for you.

Liberty? Why it doesn’t exist. There is no liberty in this world, just gilded cages.

The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.

In jail I was just like everybody else, I was sitting there praying, feeling caged.

Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out.

It takes a long time to dissolve the bars of a mental cage.

Most of us still caged within careers chosen for us by our not entirely worldly 18-22 year old selves.