“And what shall I call you? Yours. In this life, the ones before, and all others thereafter.”

My appetite for life has returned.

Eyes closed, hearts open. Vulnerable, I surrender. Trust fall, please catch me.

My flowers rot beneath my bed. I was too selfish to part with them. I hope their deaths don’t bring hexes. Did I say flowers? I meant my exes.

He pondered, what would make them believe in me? And God created women.

Honey, you are a rose.

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

I was born from nature therefore, I am art.

For my own sanity, I must love myself in an obsessive and urgent manner. My life depends on it. I am healing.

With all the secrets and lies you keep. Your beauty is only skin deep. Vamp.

Everything intensifies during a full moon. Your edge creeps up slowly on the awaiting shore.

Because of her, I know unconditional love. Because of him, I have learned to forgive. Life lessons from mom and dad.

If I can inhale I can speak up.

I am filled with mirth at my own rebirth.

Leave all hurt in the past to let love in. Hopeful. Don’t block your blessings.

You don’t need him. Bloom baby, bloom.

Even the prettiest rose wilts.

Life is like a snowball. The important thing is finding wet snow and a really long hill.

The road you can talk about is not the road you can walk on.

Open your eyes and look within. Are you satisfied with the life you are living?

Sometimes we behave as though there was something more important than life. But what?

I’ve learned that making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as ‘making a life’.

Whomever lives, gambles with life.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly our whole life would change.