Writing Away

Be so busy loving your life that you have no time for hate and regret.

If you care about something enough, it’s going to make you cry. But you have to use it. Use your tears. Use your pain. Use your fear. Get mad…get mad.

She asked,

Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.

“You’re in love with him,” she remarks. Her voice is soft. “I can tell by the way you look at him.” “Oh?” I say. “And how exactly do I do that?” She points at the bonfire in front of us. “The way the moon looks at the sun,” she explains. “Like for the first time in your life you feel warm.”

I lost my innocence very young and it had nothing to do with sex.

To heal a wound you need to stop touching it.

She was like the ocean… I could admire her beauty, play in her waters, but never keep her for myself.

Everybody has a chapter they don’t read out loud.