“I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.”

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.

I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.

I escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.

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.

Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.

Staring into the abyss full of art – hoping for the return of a glimmer or a spark.

Every human interaction offers you the chance to make things better or to make things worse.

Taking chances almost always makes for happy endings.

We must overcome the notion that we must be regular… it robs you of the chance to be extraordinary and leads you to the mediocre.

No one should be incarcerated for debt or squeezed for money they have no chance of getting their hands on.

If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home.

Choices not chance determine your destiny.

The chances are perhaps more in favour of ruin than of success. But, whatever may be the chances, I shall go on as long as any means of carrying on the fight are at my disposal.

He who rejects change is the architect of decay.