Go out in the woods, go out. If you don’t go out in the woods, nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.
How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.
My eyelids are heavy,
but my thoughts are heavier.
A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd.
I know there’s demons inside of you but I choose to trust you because I can see the angels in your eyes.
I think you’ll find a girl who exhales answers instead of a never-ending stream of questions, one whose hands aren’t always ink-stained, one whose heart doesn’t live in her throat, one whose demons are small enough to be tucked into the back of her closet, sealed in a box, only let out once or twice a year when she’s drunk off of cheap wine, a girl who doesn’t feel like her head is going to explode every day, who doesn’t dream about the kitchen knives. You’ll find a girl who doesn’t write poems for you, but that’s okay because she smiles all the time and there is always light in her eyes, never a thunderstorm.
I will try not to blame you when you find this girl because now that I know what a horrible place my own mind is, I could never ask someone else to want to stay there too.