What is it about those unresolved endings that cause you to question every decision when you're trying to move forward?

Promise me this. When you find yourself in need of inspiration, bypass the roses that will clamor aimlessly for attention. And focus on the souls who have actually 'lived' among the thorns.

I hurt in places that you brought back from the dead. Now I have to lay them to rest again.

She was a warrior by day... playing her part. But she slept at night with wishes in her heart.

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

I wear the words we didn't say. My heart is clothed in them every day.

And I find myself asking again and again.... What was it about such a beautiful man, who was able to leave such ugly scars?

I am vulnerability under scarred skin. Numbness crawling behind wine soaked lips. A cocoon of grief battling a chest full of hushed breaths, longing to escape the mod-podge of memories, that journal where I've been. Layer after layer they are sealed upon my person, encapsulating time in a vessel that has sailed one too many shores.

She'd been taking care of others for so long that she scarcely recognized herself when she looked in the mirror.