Thought.is

I think the greats knew this secret — that to write one needs space and silence and a place to think.

I choose to trust
there are the ugliest of humans in this world
and humans who will light your heart on fire if you just choose to trust

Stop throwing away your power.

I want to be remembered for my heart
for the words I draw
that dance
of what it means to be human.

I see the moments as they are — women that I love, not holding me up.

How little we look at what is inside.

If I was to be less sugar and more spice — if I wanted to fuck him, I would have.