A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.

Sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity.

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.

I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go I know nothing but I am here to learn.

My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs.

Effort is the siamese twin of success