I Love You by Michael Faudet

Flower Pot

And I watched the poor girl sit by her flower pot,
waiting for it to be watered with “I love you”s and “I miss you”s,
to be exposed to a light of reminders of why it should grow and keep strong,
but those never came and her flower wilted and wilted,
until it broke into dust buried back in its dry soil grounds.

"When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind."
—  Unknown (via psych-facts)

(via psych-facts)

"For years I chased success and sacrificed happiness, but success lives where happiness lies. Don’t chase success, chase happiness and success will come."
—  Jinna’s “I left everything to travel with the world for and with my father.”
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I could be the rain in your desert sky.
I could be the fire in your darkest night.

I’ve let the devil consume me once and spit me back out. Because I cannot swim, I dare never to step close to the seas of demons again that scream for all the sins I refuse to be. There are waters that glaze the sun’s stems somewhere alongside the edges of this mind, and I am bound to rediscover it.