The things I leave out make the story. The things I leave in make the fibers of the carpet on which you fly.

Like moths to a flame, hearts buzz to a hive of ache snowballing from lives past.

Here’s my happy on the table, place yours, and we’ll make three meals of it.

I imagine imagination as the moon, borrowing light from reality and turning it into something spectacular.

If only the truth was as feral as a lie.

Classic!

Happy times are yellowing before time. Is it autumn yet?

Saturday mornings are just like any other morning unless you change it's color

Looking for a walking machine (a machine that goes out and walks for me while I stay home and cry).

Free speech and reckless speech are two different things. When you avail something that is free, show some responsibility.

You could always find harsher critics anywhere. So show some mercy on yourself.

You could use some mercy on yourself.

Making noise that no one listens.

You are the poem the sky tries to write with every sunset…..

I’m quiet by nature, yet constantly pushed to speak louder in a world that favors noise….

Love treads quiet

Love is the quiet gaze that sees your scars and calls them beautiful…..

Silent is love

Love, like silence, indecipherable in noise.

Yeah it does

I relinquish dreams,
fulfilled, unfulfilled,
empty my pockets
of "what-ifs"
and walk free

Teapoy sepoy

i’m not being mean i’m just being hungry

Life advise "Stay connected with good friends". Well, if you just let me know where I can find them!

Never mind I don't like anything anyway

Spoiler: Nothing helps.

It was so dark, everything shone with clarity.

What have I become in a season’s passing but a thing that’s run out of becoming.