Tyler Kent White

Anytime I want to feel closer to the ocean, I just lay by your side and listen to the waves ebb and swell in every breath you give and take, and feel each one crash inside of me. I knew from the first time I saw you that whoever said empty shells carried the ocean’s songs had never met you before.

You are the daydream I am supposed to have for the rest of my life.

One day I will kiss you, kiss you with lips that understand, kiss you with lips that can better explain, that can speak in so many languages. They will know how to say I love you in ways you have never heard, in ways that sound unlike anything any other man has mouthed before, false promises and fairy tales they did not ever believe in. One day I will kiss you, pressed words between your lips. I will kiss you and they will rattle between your teeth, run down your throat, and fill your lungs. They will echo against your ribs, they will reverberate through your limbs, they will dress every corner you’ve kept sadness hidden away until all that grows inside of you is the understanding that you are enough. One day I will tell you all about my paper napkin theories, algorithms I formed that demonstrate how the sum of all that you are, is greater than infinity, but to me you have always been the one.

Like all things vast and beautiful, I want to know the depths of which you exist. It has never been enough to wade in the shallows.

This morning I woke with my ear pressed between shoulder blades. Every inhale, every drum, every pump, thump of your heartbeat said one thing – home, home, home.

Some days, your perfume falls from your skin and settles in the staircase. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stopped on the fourth step and felt all the ways I’ve fallen in love with you.

If you need a miracle, be a miracle.

I didn’t start a war. Nobody died.

When a thought is too weak to be expressed simply, simply drop it.

Sometimes, the only way to discover who you are or what life you should lead is to do less planning and more living…

I’m doing it because I choose it. And if it’s not working, I can make a change.

The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.

Never ask anyone over 70 how they feel. They’ll tell you.

The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.

What I greatly hope for these children everywhere, is a new attitude toward life–free from the gullibility which thinks we can get something for nothing; free from the greed which thinks any permanent good can come of overreaching others; and, above all, expectant of change, so that when life gives them a jolt they will be fully prepared to push on eagerly along new lines.

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.

We ought to know more about the families who founded this nation, and how they lived. One way to do this is to reconstruct as nearly as possible the conditions under which they lived.

Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.

I know nothing and my heart aches.

If everyone is moving forward together, then success takes care of itself.

I’m slipping. I’m made of departed dreams and a stubborn fog that feels nothing like a veil.