You have no idea how hard I have looked for a gift to bring You.

You have no idea how hard I have looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the orient. It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So I have brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me. 

These october days are to me a little strained

These october days are to me a little strained and surrounded with silence. It’s some inner loneliness, interesting to analyse if one could. 

You know a moment is important

You know a moment is important when it is making your mind go numb with beauty.

Please look after your friends

Please look after your friends. Make sure they are well and okay. Sometimes they are going through things that are really heavy. They may not say but they are. Please love them and take care of them. 

I love coffee.

I love coffee. I sometimes get excited at night thinking of the coffee I will get to drink in the morning. Coffee is reason to wake up. There are other reasons, of course. But coffee is the incentive, at the very least. 

1 am is such a powerful time

1 am is such a powerful time. There are people sleeping. There are people partying. There are people writing and painting. There are people crying. There are people loving. There are people reading. There are people drinking alone. Together at 1 am.

I am all about gray foggy mornings in late autumn

I am all about gray foggy mornings in late autumn when there’s a chill and a shiver in my body. Mornings that call for large sweaters and rain boots. Standing in the woods with pine and rain and smoke in the air or standing at the edge of the ocean with salt in your mouth and the wind in your hair. The feeling of being both lost and found at the same time. The promise of returning home in your hands. 

He mends wounds and binds up broken hearts.

He mends wounds and binds up broken hearts. He heals hurts and comforts souls. He wipes away tears and gives rest to the weary. He restores and redeems, working all things for good, for those who love him and also for those who don't.

You have to really be broken in order to be a poet.

You have to really be broken in order to be a poet. It’s a very bad thing to tell a young person, but it’s true. Poetry comes out of all the places where you break. 

Loving me isn’t easy, I have sharp edges, I have missing parts.

Loving me isn’t easy, I have sharp edges, I have missing parts.