If you’ve lost everything, find yourself. If you haven’t, find yourself anyway.

We cannot know someone from his or her actions and words alone; we need to understand their thinking.

Leave others more qualified to worry for the stars.

The need to breathe, air, so intrinsic to life. So is love the sole averment of ever having been truly alive.

To have known love and lost leaves one disconsolate and voided, forever seeking some course of revival. A way to bring it back, to breathe again.

The bad ones, the deep, dark secrets, stay hidden the longest. Festering, roiling, gnawing.

A door appears as I tremble cold, receding portal of fading light. Frantically clawing to find a hold, but there's nothing left, and nothing right.

Could treats so good be bad at all? A hunger oh so strong... 'La Dolce Vita' is my call, delicious can't be wrong.

Spin this that way, that to this, it's quite easy to do. Discretion is unneeded where the roadblocks are few.