“If there’s still hope for the hopeless, there must be hope for us.”

I get so lost in your midnight eyes I forget we’re running out of time.

Lost in the space between friend and lover. I am and none of these things.

Your presence is poetic, mysterious and deep. If you don’t mind I’d like to read you; uncover the dirty secrets hidden within your pages and fill that missing space between your sheets.

I long for connection but speak only with your reflection.

I was on fire. You didn’t even hesitate stepping into the flames. After tonight I am certain all the neighbors know your name.

You want to taste my ruby lips but fear they’ll leave a mark. Loving you is trespassing, forbidden access to an insecure heart.

You are the thunderstorm warning and I’m dancing in acid rain.

The night is wine and we’re the stars.

How can I be soft when tough love is all I ever known?

I’ve got the midnight blues in the middle of the afternoon – the side effects of missing you.

If love is rain ours is always pouring.

Everyone chases fairytales and magic until love becomes an illusion.

I dream about the body I wish I had and all the ways I could be touched in it.

If this love is going to break me, at least make my suffering sweet. I want to know what you taste like in sweltering summer heat.

I imagine myself cold as ice falling into your open arms. Everyone says it’s beautiful where I am but I’d rather be where you are.

I write poetry in my sleep because you only visit me in my dreams.

The best way to not feel hopeless is to get up and do something. Don’t wait for good things to happen to you. If you go out and make some good things happen, you will fill the world with hope, you will fill yourself with hope.

That’s what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.

Give me silence, water, hope. Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

One day everything will be well, that is our hope. Everything’s fine today, that is our illusion.

I would rather entertain and hope that people learned something than educate people and hope they were entertained.

There’s no harm in hoping for the best as long as you’re prepared for the worst.

Take it upon yourself where you live to make people around you joyful and full of hope.

Hope and fear are both phantoms that arise from thinking of the self. When we don’t see the self as self, what do we have to fear?