I try to build myself a bridge to cross every time I start to ruminate on my thoughts.
RENEE STONEIt felt vulnerable to have people know my weaknesses, but there is so much strength from going back to the start and re-determining who you are.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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It’s really hard to grow up wanting to provide people with resources and support and realizing that while I can and will do that – I also need more than I thought I would.
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The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
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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.
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Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
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I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
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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.
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I search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
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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.
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And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
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I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
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You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
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I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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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.
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They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
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