If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars.
I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.
Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.
I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.
When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.
Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for.