If you think for one second no one knows what you've been going through; be accepting of the fact that you are wrong, that the long drawn and heavy breaths of despair have at times been felt by everyone - that pain is part of the human condition and that alone makes you a legion.

But we are more than genteel or civilized/ we are an idea in the process of being realized.

We so seldom understand each other. But if understanding is neither here nor there, and the universe is infinite, then understand that no matter where we go we will always be smack dab in the middle of nowhere. All we can do is share some piece of ourselves, and hope that it’s remembered. Hope that we meant something to someone

I sit before flowers 
hoping they will train me in the art 
of opening up

I have loved this life. I smile because I have tiny dreams that play hopscotch at the corners of my mouth. And every time I breathe they float, every time I laugh, they fly kites.

I don't want to turn any of this into poetry / but / you're so beautiful / flowers turn their heads to smell you

This is my voice. There are many like it, but this one is mine.