“The hardest part of living is experiencing death without dying.”

Memories are lifelines to the lives we’ve lost.

Whats your greatest fear? I’m afraid of heights. Do you fear the heights in which you stand or at the depths to which you may fall? – fear of falling.

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

I wonder how different the world would be if we all said what we meant and meant what we said? – speak up.

As the morning dawns my soul stands motionless before your presence be still and know is my hearts meditation.

All of the words in her head keep her from being lonely but they aren’t always kind.

I’m in a constant state of finding myself then losing her all over agin. – the cycle.

I’ll empathize with your sad story and wish you could bear mine. – the weight of empathy.

Let your weary soul rest in between each borrowed breath.

A force of nature an anomaly she was a personified hurricane.

Is it still a game if no one knows your hiding? – hide and seek.

Can the contents of a bottle make misery evaporate? I’ll be damned if it does but I’ll spin it anyway. – self medicated.

Tomorrow’s thoughts swallow today’s contentment. Mind, Be present. – mindfulness.

I hope you find grace in the spaces in between your racing thoughts and melancholy – be kind to your beautiful mind.

I want more for you than you want for yourself. Everyone needs an advocate who’s not the devil. – your advocate.

In your presence there is fullness of joy.

All I want to know is where I’m going to die, so I’ll never go there.

He who lives only unto himself withers and dies, while he who forgets himself in the service of others grows and blossoms.

I have died and rebirth a million times inside this body, and I have met a million people because of it.

August died but summer lived on with your kiss.

And though the years before I die Stretch out interminably, I Shall only count my life in truth As that brief hour of happy youth.

Living my life to protect your fragile heart is what I would die for.

I was there when God was put on trial. At the end of the trial, they used the word chayav, rather than ‘guilty’. It means ‘He owes us something’. Then we went to pray.

Our love will never die. We’ll just dream another fantasy about touching each other.