“Love is a mix tape, a blend of lovers part of the same romance. – the romance is you.”

Slowly she began to realize what it’s like to dream again. – a new dawn.

And so she remained a mystery, something to dream about on rainy days staring at the dark holly clouds passing by. – in a bed of flowers.

Like fireflies in the night, she has her way of dealing with the dark. -Illumination.

Nothing but the taste of silence touching her lips these days.

I have tried this letting go part and ended up holding you closer then before. – everyday.

The trick to enjoy this, and see it as a part – of the process.

Avoidance. Probably the worst dance. – Complicated.

I remember many songs of september but mostly I remember hers.

Imagine her to be more then just – a dream.

I still come here it somehow comforts me – to miss you.

Well it looks like the sun set on us like it set on the orange sky – as the thunder rolls.

There is something extraordinary about watching her inhabit the world. – and sometimes she catches me staring.

The depth to her sea proved to be stronger than any mans current.

Quite literally she had time on hand, while staring at the lines in her skin. – Sketches of a maze.

Empty. Like a vase without flowers – it felt.

How, love and addiction can have similar strains – of attachment.

You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.

She is beautiful contraction; a fragile heart with indestructible love.

I am inspired by many, but am in competition with only myself.

If you do what you love, you will never have to work a day in your life.

Sometimes she’s the gentle rain caressing you softly. Sometimes she’s the hurricane loving you madly.

You’ve got a million ways to make me laugh

I can remember hockey. It was my life, my passion. It’s what I love the most.

Love is giving everything and taking nothing.