“Peaceful dreams find me pull me from reality in their arms I land.”

Growth is no longer seeking acceptance from those who cannot give it to themselves.

If you want to see the world as it should be, read poetry.

I fell for you dissolved like sugar in tea – completely.

I was quiet, yes but I heard all you never said, your silence read.

When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.

I don’t want the world but I want you in mine.

I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.

You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Whole, loved and worthy just as you are.

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.

You are already more than enough.

Don’t reorient yourself to fit in to an upside down world.

Let’s get perfectly lost recklessly joyful, let’s rest a while in this sweet reverie.

Love me as a storm would rage full force or not at all.

You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.

He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.

Nine times out of ten, when you extend your arms to someone, they will step in, because basically they need precisely what you need.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face – I know it’s an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

Don’t leave my embrace for here in my arms is your place.

I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you’ll take me in your arms again.

An elegant woman is a woman who despises you and has no hair under her arms.

Arm yourself, my heart: the thing that you must do is fearful, yet inevitable.

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat.