“She knows that he knows where to find her.”

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.

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

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.

One can easily make the mistake to lose yourself – incompletely.

Sometimes we send out our signals and then the universe responds. -recovering the satellites.

Broken before catching – a break.

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

People hate as they love, unreasonably.

Few people love with the violence they hate.

I may be skinny, but my love for you – its heavier than heavy.

When I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.

I just love music – by no stretch of the imagination am I professionally competent.