and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.

Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.

I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies and they were real close to looking like the sunrise, and sometime it takes the most wounded wings the most broken things to notice how strong the breeze is, how precious the flight.