Words are never enough, but they are all I have.
Everything I am, everything I feel, everything I dream — need, crave, see, experience — it’s all locked inside this consciousness which I know as myself. You can’t force my heart open to see inside, just as I can’t see into your heart or soul or whatever makes you a unique human being.
You can come inside my heart — and I can come inside your heart — but only when we invite each other. Only when we open the door from the inside. Only when we use words to say, “This is who I am. This is why I need you. Come touch my heart and experience my love for you.”
Words are powerful, but they are also weak. Words are a paradox. I can stand outside your heart for years and knock — speaking words of love and wisdom and caring — and have them roll right off you as though they were gibberish.
But when your heart is ready to hear — when it is ready to open — a word or two is enough to convey what thousands of words couldn’t properly express before.

We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone