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.

You are not weak just because your heart feels so empty.

None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.

To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.

We have to create; it is the only thing louder than destruction.

I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday and tonight I will borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow.