I’ve spent awhile trying to figure out where I’m going and the only thing I’ve come to realize is it doesn’t matter where, it’s how I get there.

When you look in the mirror, do you look at yourself or for yourself?

We live in a world of contrast and it’s sad we are among people who can’t seem to grasp the differences surrounding them.

He wasn’t my boyfriend, but he was something. Someone who made a positive impact on my life regardless of the negative. He changed my perspective for the better and made me who I am in...

It’ll always be mine, but it’ll always be your heart.

As he stood in the darkness, his eyes glistened and that’s when I knew my light found its traction.

But could words bethe end of me?

I like the chase, scavenging and how we unravel. Standing naked with all my pores at the door. Waiting for a response, a love, someone to call my home. Where my emotions graze the air...

I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.

Someone’s therapist knows all about you.

I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?

Some days I wonder if I stopped writing about him, if I’d love him a little less.

Maybe I hold on for too long, but maybe you don’t hold on for long enough?

Sometimes he does talk back, but sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he’s not there; and from time to time I believe this was all nothing but imaginary.

I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.

Sure, he might not have been perfect, but if I thought he was, isn’t that all that matters?