Coffee with cream and early morning poetry really wake the sleeper inside.

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...]

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...]

As trivial as it may sound to you, can I just rejoice in the reality that today is not yesterday?

I will not allow myself to sleep on foreign grounds.

Silence doesn't define you, your actions do. And when I asked if you could sit by my side in a darkly lit church on a chilly November night, you came. You had no words but tears. You were open for me when I needed to be safe and

let things go.

Try, try, and try again. Do not think there is a time where you cannot be brave.

How much time do we spend obsessing over what we could have said? Why can't we have faith that it was meant to be, whatever caused our hearts to sing or our lips to finally cease to be still...

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.