You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound.

Praying It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.

You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound.

As long as you're dancing, you can break the rules.

It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.