“They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.”

When you write me into your story, don’t set my end in stone. Feel free to let me go. I’d like to join your story, but remember I have my own.

I want to tell them how tired I am because I don’t think it shows. But maybe it’s the same for them – all strangers to the weight each of us carries. So alone, we carry these loads.

Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.

We’re so distant, words can’t save us.

I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.

It takes less for me to be impacted, for my state of being to worsen.

You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.

I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.

And I saw forever in your eyes ‘til the sunset started to dim your light. You told me you’d always hold me tight, but your warmth faded with the bright.

You are chaos in my heart – clogging up my arteries. I can’t move on or bring in more love than what was at the start

They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.

I try to build myself a bridge to cross every time I start to ruminate on my thoughts.

To the songs you haven’t heard from me. To the pains you haven’t felt for me.

There is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.

I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.

I escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.

One can’t feel old in a day or overnight!

Start the day with love, spend the day with love, fill the day with love and end the day with love. That is the way to God.

As someone who spends a lot of her time on the road, you have to look stylish but comfortable as I’m always in motion. Either traveling for my job, for pleasure, or managing the hectic pace of the modern day.

I love to sleep. I’d sleep all day if I could.

Let perseverance be your engine and hope your fuel.

If parts are always changing, the whole remains the same. A dead good man is replaced by a good man, a dead bad man is replaced by a bad man. While the whole remains the same, every day is different.

The moon said to me baby, come home. Come back to the night but I said I belong in the daylight.

Patience is not sitting and waiting, it is foreseeing. It is looking at the thorn and seeing rose, looking at the night and seeing the day. Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.