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

If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?

And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.

I'm never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I'm never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already.

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.

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

Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.