There is still peace left in the world, and only those with beauty in their soul, care enough to be it.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

We write to go on living, after we have died.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

Why can't we breathe now, In this moment we have breath?

being together… it will never be right. Thought it sure as hell feels like it could. We’d result to train wrecks. We’d cause whirlwinds. We’d start wildfires.

We live between two dense clouds; the forgetting of what was and the uncertainty of what will be.

According to metaphysics, fear is caused by the lack of light.

It was fun, having speed and being able to jump. Especially playing football. I played wide receiver and defensive back.

Having my brain doing different work is helping me a lot in terms of retro-feeding from the other experiences. It makes me feel inspired, looking forward to the projects and wanting to work harder.

Purpose is when you know and understand what you were born to accomplish. Vision is when you see it in your mind and begin to imagine it

There is a gentle element, and man may breathe it with a calm, unruffled soul, and drink its living waters, till his heart is pure; and this is human happiness.

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.