Pressed but Not Crushed
I may only be dirt, but even dust can float and be beautiful in the morning sun.
Truthful lips will endure forever
I may only be dirt, but even dust can float and be beautiful in the morning sun.
Choose your hard
fish from the stream of my thoughts
Too many people think they are brilliant when really, they are merely pretty good.
I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings.
The dream whisperer hovers near me
We are hard-pressed in every way, but not cramped beyond movement; we are perplexed, but not absolutely with no way out.
Listen in the quiet moments.
Missing people comes with loving them.
There are only two types of speakers in the world: 1. The nervous and 2. Liars.