Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.

So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid with the stutter like a skipping record 'cause I know all of us are scratched, even if you can't hear it when we speak.

Everyone’s chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes.

For Halloween I'm gonna be emotionally stable. No one's gonna know it's me.

But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever

I'm never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I'm never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already.

We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night.