We work hard.

We play fair.

We keep our word.


The main thing is to be moved, to love, to hope, to tremble, to live.

There is nothing wrong with you. You are not “too this”, “too that”, “too much”. You’re sensitive and emotional and the world needs you exactly the way that you are – all of you. Not pieces of you. Not a dimmed down version of you. You weren’t put on this earth to suppress your inner self. You were put on this earth to feel your everything and love your everything. You came here to be the creator that you are – of your dreams, your ideas, and beautifully messy self. And most importantly, you came here to be human, not hidden; to give to the world, not hide from it. There is nothing wrong with you.

She wasn’t doing a
thing that I could
see, except
standing there,
leaning on the
balcony railing,
holding the
universe together.

I tried to forget

But you grew roots around my rib cage and sprouted flowers just below my collarbones.

All day I pluck their petals but I have not yet ascertained whether you love me or not –