To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.
How could I live above the water or breathe under it. How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you? Falling or flying towards you, losing or finding myself in you and beauty was never the...
Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.
A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.
Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.
Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.
The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.
Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.
Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.
She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.
She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.
Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.
I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.
With all honesty, somewhere between the hello and the dreams I saw you in I fell in love.
I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with love and I could n...
Every broken piece of me fell on every broken piece of you and when I took the missing parts, like the emptiness of me I saw the emptiness of you and I poured my half upon you to fill you whole. I ris...
Ill love you with every little bit of everything that has ever consumed me and I will forever love you and forever find you in every life time and so on. Until the stars die out and the universe leaps...
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never...