“Your love is not just a feeling but a knowing.”

Oh baby you are what they always told me about.

She reminds me of sunflowers when she faced the light she bloomed.

She showed me that real love does not hurt, it heals.

At night when I can’t sleep, I imagine I’m a sunflower trying to find the light to nourish my growth.

Your love has rebirthed me.

The most peace I’ve ever felt was from letting you go.

She burns like hot water then tastes like sweet tea.

And now you are the butterfly finally free.

To the girl I was, you taught me to never let another tell you how you should be loved.

From here I forgive you for how you held me with your hands but mostly I forgive myself for how I let you.

Sweetness is a familiar taste I have for honey but now honey, You are my sweetness.

He never deserved her and the empty pillow where her head used to rest tells him that every night.

It was when she left him did she then become herself.

To the girl who thought he was real love, he didn’t love you he just loved the way you made him look.

You pull me from my roots and dry me out but with these tears, I bloom again.

With you, I’ve found my permanent home.

I feel like every time I write a song, it feels like the first time I wrote a song. It’s just as hard. It doesn’t get easier, but that’s why I love it: because it’s a challenge every time.

A great photograph is a full expression of what one feels…

I don’t feel restless, I just like to travel.

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

Ask yourself, ‘Why am I seeing and feeling this? How am I growing? What am I learning?’ Remember: Every coincidence is potentially meaningful.

America is a country founded on guns. It’s in our DNA. It’s very strange but I feel better having a gun. I really do. I don’t feel safe, I don’t feel the house is completely safe, if I don’t have one hidden somewhere. That’s my thinking, right or wrong.

You who feel no pain at the suffering of others It is not fitting for you to be called human.

Woman’s discontent increases in exact proportion to her development.