“Brushing teeth swallowing held back tears, this is not how we are supposed to be.”

No waiting by the phone not doing it. For he is not all that I am.

Don’t just scratch my surface make my entire soul purr.

From opal mornings to indigo nights I think about you, all the time.

I want to kiss you so much it hurts and I want to caress your skin until it no longer does.

Autumn makes us pull up our feet and curl up with our hearts.

What a pure and intimate thing – to be reading the words of another.

You calm my soul and set it on fire at the same time.

I don’t even have to read between my own line, the poetry speaks so loud and a little too clear.

You know what would be hot? To get loved before you get fucked.

Even pretty words turn into ash while pouring out of an ugly mouth.

I want to see you naked stripped bare yourself in front of me and then you can take your clothes off.

All these candles unlit perhaps they too need to breathe you.

She won’t settle for being just another girl on your feed you know.

What about us who would like a piece of the soul served as an aperitif before we dig into flesh?

I want to see our demons complement each other for the rest of our lives.

What if last time felt so beautiful simply because it actually was our last time?

Major brands don’t know what to do with happy customers. They make it hard for customers to say thanks and way too often companies don’t celebrate and embrace customers’ positive gestures.

It’s appropriate and praiseworthy to associate with people whose lives would be improved if they saw your life improve.

The right one does not stand in your way they make space for you to step forward.

In this new wave of technology, you can’t do it all yourself, you have to form alliances.

Those who have never known the deep intimacy and the intense companionship of happy mutual love have missed the best thing that life has to give.

Money is not a goal. The goal is to make companies grow, develop, be competitive, be in different areas, be efficient to have a great human team inside the company.

For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.