“I still don’t look at myself as a star. I’ve always had a thankful heart.”

Since you are gone, I collect the stars each night building my own night sky, so I have something to hold onto forever.

Can anybody hear me? Are my words going to waste I need to believe there was a purpose to all the pain?

The universe hears what you say, but it knows what you mean.

Enough of this. The next one I love will return my passion.

It’s unconditional; their chemistry is unconditional – forever.

I love you so much that it hurts and that’s the problem I love you so much that it hurts.

Let’s always bloom, savor and delight others with our beauty.

Shadows follow me the way a vulture stalks death. One small step ahead.