Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.

You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime

Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.

...And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.

Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.

We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

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.