It hurts to let go, to say goodbye for the final time and remain distant in your closure, it may even tear your heart out to the point of insanity; but somehow in it all you find the pieces of your worth and you start creating yourself again, and in that journey of transformation you find the essence of what truly matters, inner happiness. It's life, we all fall at some stage but it's up to you, to decide how long you want to stay there.

I've been fed to the wolves, my soul experiencing near death so many times.Having a little hardship is a far easier path than being completely fucked by life. But these words, these goddamm words save me everytime. A little slice of poetic notion, a little reminder in pain there is life.

The magic of life hides in the dusty corners of chaos and you must sweep out the cobwebs of confusion before you reach the calm & euphorically moments; your soul believed, existed all along.

I didn't lose anyone, for everyone that I lost was never really a loss, unless it was death well then I had to have words with God.

We always find our way back to eachother, With whiskey on our breath. The whole world is fastAnd we're the last ones left.

Maybe we have shoes so we can learn to walk in another's oath before judging their footsteps?

Don't suffocate your spirit for the lessons that were only passing through spring.

My body's been touched a thousand or more times but I am craving something so much deeper than that ~ I desire to be felt, right down to the core of my soul and the corners of my heart. That's what love is about isn't it ~ cracking yourself open to the possibility that it could change your life.

I think people get lost in becoming someone other then themselves when they spend too much time in the presence of those who don't bring out the best in them.