Close your eyes, rest your wrists. You've exerted too much energy on me. My throat is still awash with these emotions. Please, tuck me away. I will be loyal to you another day. But now? Now, I must recover.

[And so the piano sleeps...]

It is ludicrous to believe I am what you said you would rather have me be. I've never done those acts, I wouldn't exchange my morals for that.

But, I still believe I will end up becoming an invaluable.

[All in my mind...]

There is no
magic
lurking in your speech-
but I'm devouring all
possibilities;
there is no
explanation
for how your words
affect me,
trap me,
coyly

use me.

(And I, don't always
want to find you
out).

Last night, my mama said to me, "you're not a quitter, you've never been. You're stronger than you know. You can't go through the rest of your life

alone."

What do we know about the character of life? We try to recreate its dignity, without even meeting its true form...

I think one of the hardest tasks we are given is to love ourselves before we fully love others.

The truth is not always seen in preconceived beauty... sometimes it is written in the blood and wounds of an honest heart.

Bullying should never be brushed aside; it is real. For those who say people are too sensitive, we have all had those moments of being lost, vulnerable, letting our emotions control us. Words hurt. So choose your words with care and speak with love.

Not going to let the night defeat me.

My mind is a monster to my body.