The Flowers Inside Of Me Are Withering,

The woven silk of

Silence, petals fluttering

A delicate day

And the world is wavering

Between soft kiss and collapse

The World’s Poorest President: José Mujica’s Inspiring Story #motivation…

There are great selfless people in our world.

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

There was another girl in her life,

her name was Crystal.

She came to her like a theif in the night,

promising solace in her cold brittle arms.

Crystal made her feel like flying,

not with wings,

but with fire in her veins.

She came to her like the cold in summer,

the warm in winter,

soft-lipped and knowing,

promising a love that never left,

a touch that never judged.

She held her close in the quiet,

when the world was too loud,

too cruel.

Crystal listened,

without questions,

just the hush of ecstasy

and a breath that smelled like escape.

With her, the nights were stars

bursting behind eyelids.

She wrapped her in silk smoke,

spun kisses of frost and flame,

and whispered:

"You’ll never need anyone but me."

Crystal was there when no one else was.

A lover,

a mother,

a savior in shimmer and sting.

She filled the cracks with lightning,

made broken feel beautiful,

made ruin taste sweet.

Crystal made her feel.

Emotions heightened.

But Crystal was a fucking lie.

She wasn’t warmth,

she was frost that burned,

a match pressed to the lips

that begged for solace.

She didn’t love her,

she used her,

like fire uses wood

until all that’s left

is ash and echo.

Crystal drained her slowly,

first the sleep,

then the hunger,

then the will.

She kissed her pulse,

then stole it.

She was the rush

before the ruin,

the high

before the hollow.

Her laughter grew quiet,

her joy grew thin,

her skin,

a parchment of stories

she no longer remembered writing.

Crystal never held her hand,

she held her hostage.

Every embrace

was a chain.

Every promise

was a blade.

She loved her

like a flame loves a moth,

dancing close,

until there was nothing left

but a flicker and a fall.

I'll never forget her,

and all her conniving ways.

Her name was Crystal...

Crystal meth...

-Cyrus K.

I do not believe there is a more dangerous and destructive force in all the world than hope, but I do not believe there is a more necessary or perfectly beautiful one either.

Tyler Knott Gregson

My mind holds the weight of

Long sleepless nights.

Each night I

Wait there to be taken,

By the space between the blinks,

Into colours i can only

Hope to think

I could imagine,

Where life is more, and

Where sleep is less

Than a reprieve.

“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.”

— Og Mandino

“It’s amazing how much damage can be done when you have nothing but good intentions.”

— Tom Marin

“Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.”

— Marianne Williamson