There is no too much noise in me, and too often I feel interrupted.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with love and I could never write such a story without her stars flaming in my heart.

She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never ignore.

The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they’ll be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.

She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.

That night I didn’t say anything. I just watched you leave and in the end, I just stayed sleeping awake. Somewhere between a sweet dream and a beautiful nightmare, hoping one day you’d return to rid me of the demons you left behind.

Magic is when you live your life the way you didn’t picture it and leave nothing behind.

Every broken piece of me fell on every broken piece of you and when I took the missing parts, like the emptiness of me I saw the emptiness of you and I poured my half upon you to fill you whole. I risked it all just to dream you complete and catch you one day free in the wild.