You never wish on shooting stars. You wish on the ones that have the courage to shine where they are.
That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.
Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.
You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging ‘Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.’
I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I’d rather be left for? dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.
If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it; if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?
For Halloween I’m gonna be emotionally stable. No one’s gonna know it’s me.
I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday and tonight I will borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow.
My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.
I intend to leave this life so shattered there’s gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts.
Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.
How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?
Everyone’s chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes.
Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.
I could never trust anyone who’s well adjusted to a sick society.
Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.
Know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay.
I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ’it hurts to become.
I write because it is while I’m writing that I feel most connected to why we’re here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.