memento vivere

The words ‘I am’ are slowly transforming into ‘I used to be’ because every year, the past tense finds a larger house inside the neighborhood of my everyday vernacular.

If you’ve never had a panic attack, there’s a good chance you’ve been an ass to someone who has.

We are only here today not because what does not kill us makes us stronger, but because what does not kill us does not kill us.

There is no blame here. None of us have ever been loved right.

You want to grab the past and tear it from your body even if it takes your organs with it.

I say I matter and a ghost white hand appears over my mouth.

“Nothing’s worse than saying goodbye. It’s a little like dying.”

I got a mason jar full of water lilies and a kettle full of sea, and my whole life is a boomerang valentine coming right back at me.

Imagine, when a human dies, the soul misses the body, actually grieves the loss of its hands and all they could hold.

i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.