“And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.”

Its amazing how you return everything the world takes away from me.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

And every time they have touched me, my skin has asked if its you.

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

Who knew the shortest nights would stay with us the longest? – solstice.

Be where you are; otherwise you will miss your life.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

I want my friend to miss me as long as I miss him.

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat.

I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.

Spending time with you showed me what I’ve been missing in my life.

Some memories you never forget.

We must take care of our minds because we cannot benefit from beauty when our brains are missing.