Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.

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

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.

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

We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.

Cause I might be naked and lonely Shaking branches for bones But I'm still time zones away From who I was the day before we met You were the first mile Where my heart broke a sweat And I wish you were here I wish you'd never left But mostly I wish you well I wish you my very very best.

Know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay.