“Pink and white wine drunk at the same time is merely an illusion time.”

I want to cuddle to feel your skin, your warmth, hear your breath, and read to you.

I’m over the moon but burned under the sun, what I’ve gained I’ve lost all along.

Awaken with me for we only have one life it is too short to not be aligned.

All the material gifts in the world will not make up for the psychological hurt.

Sometimes you need to initiate change to move towards the right way.

I feel your absence deeply within my heart because we are already, and almost apart.

I loosen my grip to release this string because I am safe to let you in.

We were each other’s muses, I find that quite amusing.

Who am I to touch your soul while the world is spinning so fast.

I can be productive as fuck but I can’t be starved of love. I choose connection, touch.

You don’t realize that it’s peace over tension and calm over the rain that love is peaceful without any pain.

You left me speechless I’m glad you did because I appreciate every minute of it.

What is art without the human touch before it all gets dark.

The view looks so much better when you see the beauty inside of yourself.

Everybody has their trials and tribulations it just depends on if you have motivation.

One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.

The great illusion of leadership is to think that man can be led out of the desert by someone who has never been there.

Our society nurtures the illusion that all the rewards go to the people who are perfect. But many of us are finding out that trying to be perfect is costly.

There’s simply no polite way to tell people they’ve dedicated their lives to an illusion.

It is difficult to maintain the illusion that we are interpreting a Constitution, rather than inventing one.

The secret to film is that it’s an illusion.

The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.

Solitude is the furnace of transformation. Without solitude we remain victims of our society and continue to be entangled in the illusions of the false self.

So grand yet so small, so important yet so irrelevant, so beautiful yet so shallow, must thee live in illusion or does real life leave too much of a confusion?