Reading a stranger’s words and finding yourself in them.

Promises are born broken, to fix them you keep them...

I keep breaking things, as if to see what’s going on inside of me.

Let’s be incomplete together.

Beautiful storms dressed in women’s clothing.

I have these knives in my chest that can’t become words.

I’ve learned that the hands that made the light created the darkness, and that no one is good without a good measure of bad.

If God could transcribe my heart, it’d still read “I love you”.

And on the days I couldn’t breathe, I learned to paint air.

I live for the moments that won’t die in my memory.