“Undo the buttons that close the fabric of my heart, with care. Its fragile fibres have been ripped out too many times to bear.”

The moon felt brighter, I smelt flowers as if they bloomed in winter and felt the sun bless my skin in darkness. My mind was healing and i could feel again.

Flowers grew where her feet followed and trees bowed above her head, but in her garden there were secrets beneath that soil, she could not forget.

In places where everyone is beautiful, i am tempted to toy with my ugly.

We have to be strong, for the ones that came before us, and the ones who are yet to come.

One defeat does not define you.

So be bold, run free and live like poetry.

So we danced in the rain and woke to the haze of a sunrise painted in honey.

So i swept our stardust under the rug, and discovered a magic of my own.

Free spirit, The world is yours.

The longer you sit in the field, forcing fragile stalks together, the more you value the loops, the links that stay. And the less you miss the ones that snap and blow away.

Even when your tears have soaked through the last pages of your book, the sun will dry them and illuminate every word of your story.

So keep rowing against the current, no one ever made an epic voyage through smooth sailing.

You lit a flame in me that could start wildfires.

I pined for the whole of you, but all I ever got was half. I waited and gave you twice of me-yet still it wasn’t enough.

The silence was broken with the music of your pain, but with every note i could see a part of you healing.

Whiskey lips and sunset trips to places we always spoke of, wind in hair we had no care for what tomorrow was made of.

I was left with a fragile heart yet, I learned to embrace all my broken pieces.

We’re fragile, fragmented souls who are very sensitive to criticism.

The Earth’s eco-system is not fragile.

A man`s ego is just as fragile as a woman`s heart.

The more I become decomposed, the more sick and fragile I am, the more I become an artist.

The significance of our lives and our fragile planet is then determined only by our own wisdom and courage.

Love is fragile. And we’re not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.

Hope is such a beautiful word, but it often seems very fragile. Life is still being needlessly hurt and destroyed.