This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.

she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

I know this world is far from perfect. I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon. I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river that has to run through the center of our hearts to find its way home.

Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.

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

I thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..." I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people