“How many times have you reached an end of a story, only to find it was the turn of a page?”

Its amazing how you return everything the world takes away from me.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

And every time they have touched me, my skin has asked if its you.

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

I ended up getting a lion chain. I had to make my own mascot – I want to start my own dynasty eventually.

I will always have a little bit of the wild in me. Always remembering what a good heart tastes like. Like love, that never ends. Like you.

If you want to end darkness you cannot beat it with a baseball bat, you have to turn on a light.

I’ve found you at last like a diamond glowing high in the endless sky.

I can fall in love in a simple way, but I can dissect it in such an intense fashion when it ends.

When your memories exceed your dreams, the end is near.

High ends, high spending. We just trying to end life on a high note.

Be reactionary. React to what the market wants. And the market wants one-on-one real time engagement. Now that we have the tools to engage, I’m going to continue fighting for the end user.