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

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

To discover the thing you're brilliant at you first have to endure realizing all the things you're average at.

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

Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize - it does.

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.

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.