"I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that."
"When it’s all too much,
when the weight is crushing you,
I will keep you safe."
"My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness."
Through feathered clouds and another leaking tear, through orange blue skies and the metallic taste of fear, two words I say, begging you to hear, two words to try to bring you near: Be Here, Be Here. Be here.
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Half of my heart is in the wild winds of Wyoming, barely gliding above the Platte and through the wide open spaces. It is in this moment that I truly know what it means to mourn. To feel as though you are dying, but only partially.
The other half remains with my physical being in a young nation’s capital. It sings over monuments to men long dead and dreams just over the horizon.
I can’t wait for the day when my heart is whole again.
"So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide"
"In the end I want it to be you."
"If you have to choose between me and someone else, pick them. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with someone who is going to question if they made the right choice."
"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again."