“We are like wind sweeping into trees to be touched.”

Some truths taste better with bourbon.

Dreams can grow from nightmares.

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

Simple moments, full of laughter, and loved ones, make life rich.

See me for all I am and all I am not and stay.

Let your life be the creation of art.

There should be laughter, and kisses and comfort.

Love is a choice our heart makes without our permission.

It is hard when a dream comes true but doesn’t last.

Stay close to the people that feel like home.

Try to believe that still within you are flowers left to bloom.

And whenever my mind wanders, it is always to you.

Your eyes was the color of forever.

Action illustrates desire.

Love holds on when everything else lets go.

There are stars in my heart shining for you.

So many ways to touch someone and all you had to do was look at me.

The embers of us no longer keep me warm. But they still set fire to everything they touch.

Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled.

It’s only natural to want to select your best players and there is no doubt for me that Paul Scholes is still in a class of his own. He’s almost untouchable in what he does. I never tire of watching him play.

God’s finger touched him, and he slept.

I dream about the body I wish I had and all the ways I could be touched in it.

You touch me as though you have forgotten my skin.

And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.