If I had never met you, and had never learned how love can swallow you whole, then maybe I wouldn’t move through the day, wide awake, but afraid to live. I’d survive moment to moment, each moment moving so fast that I can’t slow down. If I had never met you, and never learned the way your love speaks, then maybe words that are harsh would speak more meaning to me. If I had never met you, and never learned the boundaries of your love, then maybe time wouldn’t hold me hostage

Have you noticed how the impermanence of things urges us to be present? Have you noticed how you savor something a little more, look a little closer, feel a little more obligated to meet a moment fully when it carries a clear ending? The stream by my house flows maybe two or three or four times each year. Rains come, and I stand on a rock in its center, feel the water lap at my toes, watch it rush and bend out of sight as it moves toward the ocean miles away. I love to watch

But I know this isn’t goodbye– not really. It’s just distance teaching, how strong we are. Everything in me still wishes time would wait, or even stop. Just one more minute. You’re out there chasing your future, and I’m here holding onto the past– Not being able to let you go, because if I do: it means I lose you, just to grow. But go, make someone else feel safe, just like you did to me. Fill more rooms with your laughter just like you did to mine. And I’ll stay, saving you

“People have beautiful things to say about you, but you must die first.” People write poems about you when you’re gone, but ignore your story while you’re here. The value of a presence is often defined by the void it leaves behind. And suddenly, you are more than ever before. Every missed call returned in regret, Every silence starts speaking in a language no one bothered to translate. Maybe you’ll finally be given flowers you wish were from that boy. Petals pressed into

If life is ultimately out of our control, why not be optimistic about it? I think you should stop holding yourself back from doing things because you’re scared, but actually do them because you’re scared. Why be afraid to lose something you already have? Stop worrying about what you’ll do when it’s gone, and ask yourself what you’ll do while it’s there. Have those dreams, have those goals, love those people, and quit listening to people who use realism as perfume to dress up

You do not need to be excellent. The earth does not ask you to be. The trees do not ask how many dollars you will make of them, and the worms do not ask how fast you travel in your car. The earth just spins, and the worms just crawl. The only thing you need to be is alive. The only thing you need to do is love how you live. The dogs do not wag their tails at how well you do on a test, and they do not bark because they do not have time for you. You mustn’t walk through hell

I felt so much, that I started to feel nothing I wanted to say so much, That I said nothing Yet that was everything. Too much of everything. Stop me before my heart begins to race I'm reliving every second I promised wouldn’t leave a trace You can look back sometimes, But don't ever fully turn around. Those feelings are an anchor, Proof you are alive. Because at least you can feel. Reach into me with your hands And your fingertips will kiss the nothingness, That inhabi

The earth hums, beneath the roots. A language of shadow. Dust, each grain a word. Too small to grasp. Each breath of hesitation. Between the old, and the forgotten. The sky fractures into a thousand pieces. Not one, fit together. Whilst clouds curl like smoke. They do not rise, only do they fold back into themselves. Carrying stories they refuse to tell. A stone sits heavy. Its skin worn smooth by times of quiet insistence. No meaning in the smoothness, only absence

There will come a day when i’ll be six feet under. The bugs will begin to consume me, slowly watching visions of you unfold, they’ll hear your name—over and over again. They will consume my skin and flesh and engraved in every crevice, they’ll find reminders of you. Reminders imbedded in the scars you kissed, the touch you left on my body, my eyes which had you memorized, head to toe, inside and out. And when they start to eat my heart, they will realize that the only thing c