I will not stop. I will not slow down. I will not pull over to ask for directions. I will build the road that takes me where I want to be and I will drive, drive, drive. I will drive until the vehicle around me breaks down, falls apart and tumbles into useless debris... and then I will walk.

Look directly into every mirror. Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story, and our story starts: We were here.

We're all shipwrecked on this idea that everything has to be explained.

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

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

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 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.