We hold perfection in our hands but never questioned why, as beautiful these flowers are we’d rather watch them die.

I’ve denied this fact for far too long, but now, I clearly see. All I want is to embrace the darkness while someone else embraces me.

My soul begins to resonate when thoughts of you perpetuate. I sense the eyes that gravitate and force my mind to concentrate. I only slightly hesitate before I start to orchestrate a stunning wave that I’ll create to fill the air and propagate. The mood I wish to cultivate is something to appreciate. With this I mean to implicate to you my life I’ll dedicate.

Within what we perceive to be the tiny exists a reality so vast and so diverse, for a single blade of grass is a galaxy and a lawn the universe.

The more that I think it, the more that it scare me. The more that I do it, the more it prepares me.

I once had a teacher who never once taught. And yet, from that teacher, I learned a whole lot.

She once was a flower held firm in my grip. And still to this hour my favorite two lips.