2a.m and a ceiling stained with question marks.

The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.

My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.

On my heartstrings, you played the most beautiful music my soul could bear. And when you tugged each string away, my heart lay beating on the floor.

We sat beside each other,with miles and oceans between us.One of us was drowning,and the other didn't know how to swim.So we smiled at each other,at the funeral of our love.

We crafted everything that hurt us into art.

It took my heart a lifetime to understand that nothing is ever mine. Everything is given and all things will be taken away.

I am made of things. Things that are constantly breaking.

Why can't we breathe now, In this moment we have breath?