“To like and to love, we seem to confuse the two

To like is a feeling, a fleeting sensation

To love is a choice, not by emotion or obligation

Love, is a decision to be made, a choice to be had

Like, is easily swayed, ‘its good’ to 'its bad’

Love puts others first, while like seeks its own

Love lays its self down, while like can hardly condone

Don’t get this twisted, to like has its salience,

But love will take every ounce of your patience.”

“People keep telling me my mind is beautiful and that they love how I think I've heard that three times this past week They say they're fascinated by the way I process and retain information I'd never thought much of my thoughts but the fact they thought out each situation Baffles me completely”

"From the mountains to the sea, 

through the sand and the trees, 

I found peace in the dirt by the river, 

breathing in the sweet pine and the ocean breeze. 

I found peace in the wild, 

on my knees."

"I will let this sweet fruit ripen past it's time till it spoils, for I am too busy to allow concern. My being has lain itself waste to the wax tree too far out of reach.. What a pity. For if I was closer I could tell its kind. For if I was closer it's deceit could no longer blind these binded eyes of mine. My heart knows the deference  between drops of wax and drops of juice. Tis a shame my mind is easily swayed. With just the right distance and no prescription lenses, all of life's pleasers and spoils look the same under this dim lighting. But it's that laugh that keeps me fighting, it's that smile that I'm not dying. It's that heart that pumps blood into my being so my own heart can keep beating. So my eyes can stop learing at the crayon colored dirt drawings on these paper and plastic wax trees. I'm done allowing my eyes to be deceived, the lights on and I'm looking through clear lenses. So if you would be so kind as to bury that in your cardboard claymation casket, cause I've had it. My obedience and allegiance is needed elsewhere, for my king commands it. "