There’s nothing quite as visceral
as the hate that burns your heart,
breaks your soul, and leaves you
feeling empty.

There’s nothing quite as powerful
as the radical self love you learn,
that builds your dreams, lifts
your spirit, and fills your cup.

There is light within all darkness:
we must embrace both to make it through.

I never much cared for
the weight of my body
crashing on top of tired
feet and clumsy knees.
I prefer the more intense pain:
muscle fibers ripping to bits
and tired limbs collapsing
under pressure. It feels
more natural that way...
a mirror of how my life
was before I put myself
together again.

Time has a way of
sealing our fate before
we ever realize the
countdown began.

I'd rather hold onto
the memories of people
gone than try to untangle
the broken strings.
I've never been the best
at delicacy or alusiveness.

Killing my dreams is
something you never
planned on. It's just
collateral damage from
your inability to get
your ******* **** together.