“Hope is the only thing that keeps us alive. Without hope there can be no you or I.”

Even the silence has music if you care to listen to.

Don’t ask what things I’ll have for breakfast come over to me, Let me have you this morning.

Kiss my belly button. Explore it with you tongue. Now move to my thighs. Yes the inner ones. Wet them with your kisses.

Let me go hiking over your body. Tonight I wanna explore very inch of you.

In the stage of life, no role is less majestic. Just play your role in perfection, that’s it.

For a change let me taste your thumb tonight.

Let me not be shy with you how may I be? Can a flower remain shy with a bee?

You’re a great soul you’ll know once you pause and listen to it.

Let me lie next to you. Let my skin speak to your skin in silence.

Tonight I wanna lose myself in you. The question is- will you too want to lose yourself in me?

Place yourself into me. I promise not to even waste even a drop.

In all my almosts I lose you little by little.

I take the lit cigarette from your mouth and put it between my lips. I only wanted to know how you taste.

Don’t say again that you love me if your tongue can’t even wet my hidden places?

Don’t stop even if i ask you to. In some moments a ‘no’ also means a ‘yes’.

I’m the air you breathe. Feel me inside you, each time you inhale.

We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it is all about.

It makes me sad when I see artists who come alive when they go onstage, because, gee, I really come alive when I’m home.

To be alive is to be broken; to be broken is to stand in need of grace.

And perhaps the greatest paradox of all is how we stand here, fully wounded yet never more alive.

The things that made me feel dead, made me feel alive again.

And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.

As long as you are alive, you will either live to accomplish your own goals and dreams or be used as a resource to accomplish someone else’s.

You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.