Sun is rising, here comes the day. Mind is clear, thanks to you. All is good in every way, one more time—I want to.

Even when dreaming I'm falling so fast, then waking last-second, eyes wide. And feeling, after the terror has passed, a little emptier inside.

Hoping, dreaming on I stray to her smile, a world away. Love unfulfilled, I rise and a world away, she cries.

Maybe you are amazing and beautiful. I just can't see it anymore.

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.