Someday we will dare to trade good for true

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

How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?

I'm good at loving books. I'm good at loving soft bed sheets. I'm good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can't love me back, that don't have the power to leave. And maybe, that's why I love them.

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.

We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

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