“Why fight against the current if I would only drown in it?”

Keep your heart open. That someone is going to find you.

Read me gently and unhurriedly. Please. My pages crumble at your slightest touch.

There is magic to be found on the road less traveled.

And then when you are ready, take off your armor and show me your scars.

I am sorry for wounding you with my sharp edges before taking pain to refine and mend yourself.

Thank you for still being there for yourself. For being strong. For being resilient. Keep going.

When the dust has settled, turn off the revving, restless engine inside you.

How would I know if he’s going to be a good husband or not? Watch closely how he treats his mother.

I am powerless in silencing the deafening thunder in my heart.

Someone once told me, wherever you are, whatever you do, always keep on upgrading yourself.

Your faults are your wounds. And I don’t feel any anger at all. What I feel, is compassion.

Go where you are celebrated, somewhere where the sun you carry in you will be seen and fully embraced by those who recognize it.

I will not allow myself to lose the child in me.

What a sight of storm you are as a lie beside me in your deep, peaceful slumber.

Love, grief, and the complexity of being human are the driving forces for every artistic revolution.

Its neither politics or religion. Music is the universal love language.

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.

I’ve tried staying where its safe far away from the deep end. Only to find out people still drown in the shallow end.

I’m an actor to your floating palace, me in my truest form would drown you.

I’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.

On the verge of what is there to see, a beautiful landscape of the sea washing away what we’re made off, looking back we drown we fall.

I have often wanted to drown my troubles, but I can’t get my wife to go swimming.

I’ve never been so lost and it feels like I’m drowning.

Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.