“Please don’t break this heart, it’s endured so very much, it survived the fall.”

Do you think it possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

The morning coffee reminds me of your waking I stir to find you.

I am a sinking ship made of unsinkable parts.

I am made of more; More than tears, more than heartache, More than all of this.

I would be lying if I said there were not times that I am an earthquake contained inside this skin.

If you give me home I will give you adventure. It’s both we can have.

Find my hand in the darkness and if we cannot find the light, we will always make our own.

I believe in love at first sight but I will always believe that the people we love we have loved before.

Let it go, just let it go, but if I set down that weight what will show my arms they are strong?

And the sound of my smile will be the alarm clock to your morning ears.

I’ll never ask you to be anything other than exactly you.

She is she alone, and never needs help from me to be all she is.

I will wait, I am waiting, and I will love you with all the love I posses until this body is ash and I begin my search for you again.

All I know, all I can comprehend of the mathematics of a life, are the times your hand is inside my hand, and the times it is not.

Some days I wake up and all I feel are the fractures in the flesh that covers the only me I’ve ever known.

Look up more than down. See more than say. Listen more than speak. Hope more than dread. Believe more than criticize. Yes more than no. No more than maybe. Laugh more than cry. Love more than hate. See. More. See.

Many times drugs and alcohol – there’s a technical term that they’re called, emotional suppressants – are the only things that can help a person survive and get through and be able to deal with their pain.

My mum had 14 pregnancies – but only four of us survived. We had a little sister born for a few days and she died. There had to be a funeral.

When my little son, Prince, had health issues as a baby, we were told that he had a 20 percent chance of survival.

Sometimes survival simply looks like breathing.

I know that there’s a god because I was able to survive everything that I’ve been through – all of the tough times – and I’m still at the top of my game.

For thugs from the ghetto, violence is a way of life – it’s what helps you survive.

Beautiful creature its time to forgive yourself you were surviving.

Why do humans exist? A major part of the answer: because Pikaia Gracilens survived the Burgess decimation.