“You look like smell like taste like home.”

May the stars be ever in your favor.

Take me to a skyscraper so we can watch the city sleep.

If it was easy we’d all make it.

A love like ours could burn down this city.

You make me wish for everything and nothing more all at once.

It might feel like sparks to you but to me it’s fireworks.

Let’s pretend for a minute that time is a construct and take a road trip into forever.

Find someone who turns your hopes of maybe into dreams of always.

I live for bridge walks, your small talk, and ice cream late out at the docks, drinking wine out of the bottle- so stay for a little while, won’t you?

Dear curiosity, I wish you wished the best for me.

And in the shard of fleeting vision, everything I once feared tastes like stolen magic.

Let’s go slow dancing around the kitchen, listening to the sound of dawn by the back roads and let our shadows paint the walls.

Whatever it is however bad I’m so glad you’re still here.

You were the star in my life but now its my time to shine.

I hope one day your paper cranes grow up in dreams and fly away.

I shouldn’t have to dream of losing you to hold you all closer in the morning.

Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.

Gos bless America, my home sweet home.

I chose America as my home because I value freedom and democracy, civil liberties and an open society.

We’re not far from home.

It makes me sad when I see artists who come alive when they go onstage, because, gee, I really come alive when I’m home.

I’d known since about eleven that I wanted to live in America.

Let joy make a home in you.

He was fire that crippled my bones. And you were the one who showed up out of nowhere, and carried me home.