“Mouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.”

You know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.

The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.

Its been a while since a new face learned my favorite things.

I can take care of myself but still its nice knowing you love me enough to do the same.

If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.

When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.

I am tired of being the frontline to other peoples war if i must die today may it be for myself.

Your happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.

She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.

Down to earth but she stayed an angel.

Listening-it is a love I cherish well.

Is it love that really binds us? isn’t lust the first to find us? Was my heart so fucking worthless that you threw it all behind us?

Skin is just the softest cage.

Dear hands, Don’t let them tell you art is a hopeless pursuit art my friends is pursuing light for the hopeless.

When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.

Pain has one name but finds you through many.

Love the neighbour. But don’t get caught.

Catch a man a fish, and you can sell it to him. Teach a man to fish, and you ruin a wonderful business opportunity.

If you catch me saying ‘I am a serious actor,’ I beg you to slap me.

When you catch a glimpse of your potential, that’s when passion is born.

Perhaps it’s chasing me. But I don’t think it will ever catch me because I am moving fast.

Joy is a net of love in which you can catch souls.

If there are nine rabbits on the ground and you want to catch one, just focus on one.

The artist sees what others only catch a glimpse of.