Let’s make better mistakes tomorrow.
Decide you want it more than you are afraid of it.
A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life.
I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.
The more I threw away, the more I found.
Remember, we bathe under the same sun, and sleep under the same moon. We are much closer than you think.
Courage doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the
end of the day saying,
“i will try again tomorrow.
I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.
Life is a garden, not a road. We enter and exit through the same gate. Wandering, where we go matters less than what we notice.
When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.