Poetry with our bodies, Music with our souls

"They're a moth and you're the sun. While they settle for a street light, you deserve the stars."

i want to be so kind it echoes backwards in time and undoes the things that hurt you. i want to be so kind it radiates from me. i want to be so kind that i make someone else find faith in humanity again. there’s not much i can do, i’m small and weak and i only know so many words. but i know i can be kind. and sometimes, i believe, that changes the world.

I was kind because I loved you, you silly girl.

You have the choice of cruelty, or compassion. Choose compassion, send them away with a kiss and a memory.

Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because it requires them to take responsibility.

In the name of self-respect, some bridges need to be burned.

Hear me very clearly. You are not defined by what you face, but by how you respond. You are stronger than your struggles, and more than the sum of your past mistakes. You are the architect of your destiny, not a prisoner to the unchangeable. You are the silent warrior, conquering your inner battles. Keep your head up, forgive yourself, and press on.

Grief is love’s reflection. Grief is love’s most profound testament. Grief is love’s endurance, beyond presence and touch. Grief is love’s invitation to cherish them in a new form.

Basically my life.