“My mind is the double helix that twists and turns around my voice.”

What is a home if it isn’t waking up next to you?

We are built on a foundation of facades.

Our love cannot be contained within a photograph.

You’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.

Without you, I’m lost.

Holy power, but more than water droplets, a whole fucking wave.

An angel’s soft breath coating the grounds, a gentle caress wakes us now.

If creativity calls, you answer. Otherwise, the words are lost to you forever.

Kiss me like my lips are the oxygen you need to survive or the passion you need to thrive.

To leap or to fall: that is love’s question.

Constricted hearts do not bode well for a mind that ties itself in knots.

Together we traced daydreams on each other’s skin, kisses our paintbrush.

It’s the simple things creating pockets of serenity in a world of uncertainty.

Even the stars get lonely at night.

All I have ever wanted is to rid my mind of the demons that still trespass, despite all attempts to guard the walls.

You told me I was the culmination of all the prettiest sunsets and that was the day I finally saw what you see in me.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

When you let people upset you, you’re giving away your power.

Just make sure you never do less than your best.

Give evil nothing to oppose and it will disappear by itself.

No matter how much we plan and prepare, life calls and we have to answer.

Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.

The deeper the truth in a creative work, the longer it will live.

We have been poisoned by fairy tales.