I'm always quiet. Quiet with the storms inside me.

As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.

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

Silence is a cage. These words are my keys.

Silence is a cage. These words are my wings.

When you read someone's poetry, you carry their pain. When you listen to their music, you carry their soul.

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

How much hurt looks like art.

You are alone,So alone,You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness,You call it solitude,Different words,Meaning the same pain.