“Like a storm that does not know where to let the rain fall, sometimes i do not know how to let go and other times i do not know how to stop.”

Please don’t be afraid when i tell you about this emptiness i carry. I am still so full of love.

Sunflowers adapt to let the light reach them and I’m learning to do the same.

I want to be like the wild; Never afraid to grow.

Always be kind. After all most hearts are home to some kind of pain.

And maybe my arms have grown too tired to hold this but my eyes will never stop searching for miracles.

They tell you to be grateful for what you have. But you are also allowed to be sad for what you have lost.

I remind myself that I am capable of growing flowers from rain and building mountains from dirt.

I have cried with the rain. Now I will grow with the forest.

I am made of flowers, the kind that always grow back even after the frost.

You cannot hope to heal when you are stuck some where between needing to get over them and still wishing for them to come back.

It hurts to let go but it heals to be free.

They expect me to feel like spring but my heart is full of April showers.

My heart roams in the wild. A place where there is always room to grow.

I think I will always be half a breath between the hurting and the healing.

I have become a ghost, Letting myself be haunted by everything I once was and everything I could’ve been.

Let autumn be proof that change is a beautiful thing even tho it can be hard to see at first.

I should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.

Your departure was like trusting the process of seasons. I never knew i’d bloom again after a terrible fall.

You drown not by falling in a river, but by staying submerged in it.

Kissing you from the neck down to… and kissing you is perilous because there is no end to you and I am scared I will never stop falling if I let myself fall in love with you.

No one knows when one may fall in love with someone.

If drowning taught me how to swim, this fall will teach me how to fall.

The heart is foolish perhaps that’s why it falls in love, even after its hurt.

Everything gonna falls in place at the right time.