“We are like wind sweeping into trees to be touched.”

I know what love is, because of you.

It is brave to believe in tomorrow.

The night knows more of my secrets than anyone else ever will.

I want words I can stand on.

The end came in the middle of our story.

Don’t confuse temporary interest for permanent caring.

Some truths taste better with bourbon.

Dreams can grow from nightmares.

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

Simple moments, full of laughter, and loved ones, make life rich.

See me for all I am and all I am not and stay.

Let your life be the creation of art.

There should be laughter, and kisses and comfort.

Love is a choice our heart makes without our permission.

It is hard when a dream comes true but doesn’t last.

Stay close to the people that feel like home.

A creature lives deep within, rotting far beneath my skin. Touch the pain inside of me, just to let my heart be free.

My pent-up passion seeped out like gas from a leaky stove, your touch was the spark I needed to set my body on fire.

We flew to heaven, and we touched the sun.

One breathe. One-touch. One kiss. And I feel. I feel alive.

It’s just me and my mangled limbs your touch soothing but unconvincing singsong whispers of lives unlived.

You must be the modern Midas because I am begging for your touch it is the only thing that makes me feel like gold.

I always wanted to feel it all. From the chaos of a thunderstorm to the touch of the wind. Both adrenaline and calm, fear and bravery.

There’s a soft-wild touch in love.