The Fragile Truth

Don’t compare your beginning to someone else’s middle.

It’s funny how when you were a kid, a day could last forever. Then you grow up, and all these years just seemed like a blink.

It is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.

You don’t need water to feel like you’re drowning, do you?

I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.

Sometimes things come out of your mouth that you regret later on. Or no, not regret. You say something so razor-sharp that the person you say it to carries it around with them for the rest of their life.

Why do people need to understand everything?

Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say anything.

the thing you are most afraid to write. write that.

I hoped for nothing. And yet I lived in expectation.

It made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we don’t want to lose someone, even if they don’t deserve our forgiveness.

It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.

I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.

Who made you this way? And do they still matter?

I always wanted to be somewhere else, I don’t know why.

Don’t explain your philosophy. Embody it.