“Do friends really long to breathe the air of the other?”

I want to see our demons complement each other for the rest of our lives.

What if last time felt so beautiful simply because it actually was our last time?

I know my worth it shouldn’t have to slap me in the face though.

Hug me from behind so we won’t have to stare the facts in the eye.

You deserve to be chosen undoubtedly over and over again not merely considered.

Your scent is one I want to know for the rest of my life.

Home is where the heart is, but my heart is with you and I’m not with it.

I fall asleep hugging myself tight, as I probably should.

Wake us from this seasonal slumber of sorts, it is time for us to finally bloom.

Falling asleep to them or waking up to them; twittering birds are a treasure either way.

I managed to cut myself loose and while there was pain – there weren’t any blood.

I’ll be a fool anywhere but never in love, I promise me that.

When your soul share the pain of theirs I would call it love.

She is not exactly wonder woman but nevertheless she is a woman full of wonders.

Forget about silly games about even sillier thrones. I know a game of love and I’m in it to win it.

I can’t tell you how much I hope that you are my forever person.

When you’re feeling exhausted and completely out of breath, turn and fall into his arms and you will find your rest.

How mundane it is for us to realize that we are all breathing under the same sky.

CO2 is the exhaling breath of our civilization, literally… Changing that pattern requires a scope, a scale, a speed of change that is beyond what we have done in the past.

Prayer shouldn’t be casual or sporadic, dictated only by the needs of the moment. Prayer should be as much a part of our lives as breathing.

In the end, it all comes down to the art of breathing.

When I’m with you, I don’t breathe quite right.

You might as well try to hear without ears or breathe without lungs, as to try to live a Christian life without the Spirit of God in your heart.

Let your new self breathe.