Don't stop searching.
There is no comfort in giving up.
There are large parts of you that don't exist yet.
The greatest you you could be, is still waiting to be found.
Get up and look.
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
Monday, November 9, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
The Darkest Glass
If I took away all the irony and cynicism and the sarcasm and the make-believe, all I would be left with was the firm desire that you see me.
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
The Things I Do Because I'm Me
Would you yell at an apple tree for making apples? Would you scream at the wind for blowing or the rain for falling?
You can't hate someone for being who they are. You shouldn't even yell at a dog for barking.
You can't hate someone for being who they are. You shouldn't even yell at a dog for barking.
Monday, November 2, 2015
The In-between Things
For a second, the wind blew so hard, it took the rain's breath away and it could not fall, and you had the only hand I wanted to touch.