I've been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day But if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.

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

I was never meant to be this thing.

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.

We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity

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

I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite.