“I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.”

I wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.

Healing means looking within when you want to move on. Healing means letting go when your grip is too tight.

When you write me into your story, don’t set my end in stone. Feel free to let me go. I’d like to join your story, but remember I have my own.

I want to tell them how tired I am because I don’t think it shows. But maybe it’s the same for them – all strangers to the weight each of us carries. So alone, we carry these loads.

Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.

We’re so distant, words can’t save us.

I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.

It takes less for me to be impacted, for my state of being to worsen.

You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.

I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.

And I saw forever in your eyes ‘til the sunset started to dim your light. You told me you’d always hold me tight, but your warmth faded with the bright.

You are chaos in my heart – clogging up my arteries. I can’t move on or bring in more love than what was at the start

They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.

I try to build myself a bridge to cross every time I start to ruminate on my thoughts.

To the songs you haven’t heard from me. To the pains you haven’t felt for me.

There is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.

Learning gives creativity. Creativity leads to thinking. Thinking provides knowledge. Knowledge makes you great.

When you’re in difficult times, don’t just say what you feel, what you think, what you want. Say what God says about your situation.

What concerns me is not the way things are, but rather the way people think things are.

What concerns me is not the way things are, but rather the way people think things are.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

Two percent of the people think; three percent think they think, and 95 percent would rather die than think.