beautiful pieces.

I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you, I left because the longer I stayed the less I loved myself.

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped.

“What is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives”

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

Life kicks you around sometimes. It scares you and beats you up, but there’s a day when you realize you’re not just a survivor, you’re a warrior. You’re tougher than anything it throws your way. You are.

Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.

You miracle of a human. You moon-thing. You kingdom. Be the clock. Be time. Wake up to the sound of yourself and let it be the most beautiful thing.