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.

Everything I try to hide ends up screaming from a mountaintop.

If you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, allow your mind go everywhere.

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

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

How much hurt looks like art.

The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.