Don't let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.

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

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

Scrape the grey sky clean, realize that every dark cloud is a smokescreen meant to blind us from the truth

Scrape the grey sky clean. Realize every grey cloud is a smoke screen to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and moon are still there, and always there is light.

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.

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