Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight, but it's 8p.m. It's always 8p.m and you keep apologizing for it.
Why can't we breathe now, In this moment we have breath?
Your words were music to me tonight, but you weren't mine to listen to.
Half the world is wandering, the other half is lost.
You are my favourite part of me.
I didn't want to sing. I wanted to be music.
The pen, a double-edged mystery: cuts the writer, heals the reader.
We crafted everything that hurt us into art.
Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.
And on the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air.
The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.
Hearts of gold are heavy.
I hope my forgiveness reminds you,Of the part you forgot to break in me.
Every avalanche was once a lonely snowflake, every flood was once an aching raindrop.
Your eyes see me in ways the mirror never could.
I write to create a sky where the moon can touch the sun and not get burned.
As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.
You fade slowly till no one sees you disappear.
Promises are born broken, to fix them you keep them..