“We say so much with our words unsaid. There is truth in the silence.”

No. I can’t pretend that everything is the way it was. Even though that’s what we do- move on like everything is okay.

I cannot face another moment of inauthenticity. Not one more day. Saying no to the things that make me uncomfortable in my skin.

A low hum. Vibration when it hits the skin. An image. Permanent art. But the most satisfying part is- the decisive-ness. Decision made.

When I am broken you don’t try to fix me. You listen. You are there. Thankyou.

If you think this one is about you- it probably is.

We only see what we want to see. Usually it is ourselves. Look closer. Tilt the mirror so you can see more. Beyond self.

Holding on to something that has lost its magic, lost its mutual respect, hurts more. Elsa understood the assignment.

I’m exactly the same person. Well, except I’m not allowing dishonesty, selfishness, or negative energy to be a part of my life. And I’m noticing that I am truly happy.

Gazing at you across the table. How is it possible that everything has changed but love has grown stronger? True partnership is filling in each others blanks.

It takes time. We will get there.

New clothes won’t fill the void. Money won’t make you happy. Attention won’t heal past wounds. Things won’t finally make you feel better. If it’s broken its broken. These are distractions from the real work.

We can learn so much if we take the time to listen.

Every time I answer- I have to work harder to remember that I am happier with a wall between us. But knowing this – I still pick up.

Everything changed when I stopped putting myself last.

When you reach a point where you say I really don’t miss it. You have healed.

Of all the times I’ve said goodbye- It has been the hardest to let go knowing they aren’t gone. You just don’t know them anymore.

One of the worst feelings I’ve experience, my child, is living with the consequences of staying silent when I should have used my voice.

My words fly around you like the annoying flies that only exist to disturb the silence and bite sometimes. When did I become so small

Let me lie next to you. Let my skin speak to your skin in silence.

I was quiet, yes but I heard all you never said, your silence read.

Your silence and my overthinking is a kind of hell.

She still lives in the silence between my thoughts.

LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.

Empaths interpret your silences, read beyond your smiles, feel your traumatic eyes because kindness isn’t a weakness but their mighty strength.