If Your Heart Is Broken, Make Art

My Heart Is A Protest That I Let Rally Against My Ribs.

I Make A Good Living Doing What I Do.

We So Seldom Understand Each Other. But If Understanding Is Neither Here Nor There, And The Universe Is Infinite, Then Understand That No Matter Where We Go We Will Always Be Smack Dab In The Middle Of Nowhere. All We Can Do Is Share Some Piece Of Ourselves, And Hope That It’s Remembered. Hope That We Meant Something To Someone

Everyone Knows Pain. We Are Not Meant To Carry It Forever. We Were Never Meant To Hold It So Closely, So Be Certain In The Belief That What Pain Belongs To Now Will Belong Soon To Then. That When Someone Asks You How Was Your Day, Realize That For Some Of Us - It's The Only Way We Know How To Say, Be Calm. Loosen Your Grip, Opening Each Palm, Slowly Now - Let Go.

A Question Like “do You Love Me?” Was An Itch Our Doctors Told Us Not To Scratch.