You became the sonnet that was etched in my minds eye. Existing outside the dreams we shared in the presence of our eternal love.

You are the ruler of my heart. There is no measure greater than this.

Never surrender to you're passions. Dream and live to excess.

Totally present in this moment for you.

You have to appreciate where you have come from to know who you are in the present and whom you would like to be in the future.

Never stop believing that your dreams are eternal.

Find my hand in the darkness, intertwined you will be the day to my night. We can share wings and take flight towards our own inner light.

Impossible to let go ... No longer knowing how to hold on.

My mind aches with a thousand stories. All variations with shredded threads of truth.

The Phoenix burns and rebirths from the ashes in the absence of need for witness, acceptance, understanding or belief.

She always, She always wanted to express herself but no one cared, So she stopped, She was crushed, Stiff & lifeless, Like everything else.

ON LIVING LIFE WISELY - To make the right choices, you have to be at peace with yourself.

Friends are like melons. Shall I tell you why? To find one good you must a hundred try.

My mom was truly an iconic figure, a great journalist and a pioneering woman who died at 54 of cancer without ever having revealed to viewers that she was ill.

I have always been interested in the concept of ruin.

And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.

I do come shackled with whatever people think I am.

The desertion of Jesus, by his followers, furnishes an argument in support of the supposition that he attempted to be king of the Jews, rather than that he was a superior being.

Without reflection, we go blindly on our way.

Girl talk. That thing I've always been so bad at.

My ability to turn good news into anxiety is rivaled only by my ability to turn anxiety into chin acne.