Finally. someone understands. I swear R.M. Drake reads my diary at night.

She was never crazy. She just didn’t want her heart to settle in a cage.   -R.M Drake

OK…I don’t really keep a diary. This blog is my diary. But:photo-2

Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in  everything we used to love. -R.M. Drake

Wow. Then:

And she always had a way with her brokenness. She would take her pieces and make them beautiful.  – R.M. Drake

Most of all:

Listen, I am not someone who is easy to love. I am not someone who is to be taken lightly and most of all, I am not someone to burn. For I am the fire, my soul is on fire and everything I live to touch becomes one with the fire…and without regret, I will devour and I will leave nothing behind. –R.M. Drake

Because really:

For sometimes, knowing nothing lasts forever, is the only way we can learn to fall in love with all the moments and all the people that are meant to take our breath away. – R.M. Drake

I mean, really. Are you kidding me? I love all of these words so much. There is something so special about reading something that someone else wrote and feeling like they wrote it directly to you. It is a tiny bit of proof that we are connected. We are all having the same struggles and thoughts and feelings. And really, what does a person want more than to be understood? Or to feel that they are not alone? Knowing that another person–stranger or not–understands how you feel and can put it into words is an odd comfort to me in this very strange, (sometimes) lonely world. So thank you to this beautiful poet for making the lonely just a little bit less. I only hope to do this for someone one day.