There would be no cloud-nine days without rock-bottom moments left below.

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.

Moving the body resolves nothing- sadness, after all travels in the mind.

...sadness is a powerful foe, maybe harder to keep down than happiness...

How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will always kill me.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will always kill me.

I always knew death of this relation would beat the death out of my life.

Most of the pain we feel is nothing more than a story that needs telling.

What God knows about me is more important than what others think about me.

What God knows about me is more important than what others think about me.

Most men are blinded by the words "Bad Bitches" and end settling for less!

The gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin.

A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.

If our destiny stems from our name, then I weep for the flower named Wilt.