“In each passing day, I hope I love you less but somehow this love stays and my heart is yours nonetheless.”

I want to feel that way again when you look into my eyes i couldn’t look away as if i was spellbound.

Raided my heart, after you lust for me among others, for some reason you chose me it was chaos at first sight.

You are in my blood no one can break this bond.

I warned you not to play with matches but you said you loved the heat. Darling, the inferno warms you but it spreads like wildfire. Now, we’re both in ruins.

Even though he is not mine I wish him a heart fully made & even though, to my love he is blind for him my love will never fade.

Tease me over & again, moon over my night a meteor-like allure strike through my heart.

Stay with me in this inferno and together we’ll watch the world burn.

If this should end in fire come, fill this desire.

It is not the world I fear but what becomes of me; when you disappear so understand it is you I cannot sacrifice with you in my life-I’ll suffice.

If you are a painter my love, then I will be your writer.

Tell me about the city you grew up in, how you like to take your tea let me see the world through your eyes; be the muse to my literacy.

In the cold you left me, that is how my love for you came to be.

You shall have all that is in this garden.

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun, too close, too much.

I want a love that meets me half way. A love filled with chivalry as if it were written in old days.

Who am I to write about love when I don’t know the very definition of it, It seems, love itself does not favor me.

The day soldiers stop bringing you their problems is the day you have stopped leading them.

Every day we keep telling the same stories. Over and over. We forget that our endings can be different. So can the plot. I think it’s time for some surprise endings.

And didn’t I used to say “live fast, die young” right up until it was your last day too soon, with me under the sun.

I think fashion is like putting on armor. I like that aspect of it, but it’s not something I want to think about every day.

Meditation is not a way of making your mind quiet. It is a way of entering into the quiet that is already there – buried under the 50,000 thoughts the average person thinks every day.

I awaken today, appreciating everything in sight, and I give thanks.

What’s needed today, now, more than ever, is ‘Star Peace’ for there is an ominous, mutual threat to all science fiction. It’s called ‘Twilight’. And it is really, really bad.

I hope you know that even on days you don’t feel whole – you are enough.