Old soul. Poet's heart. Warriors mind.

He felt like sin but tasted like love so, what’s a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious rapturous love.

Stories I read and people I love, conversations I have had, dreams I’ve lost and found, these all become part of me, embedded in my DNA, and if they are lucky, eventually, these things I cherish will be stitched into patchworks of poetry.

Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back. Love is a collision of two stars -- it's as simple and as complicated as that.

Sometimes you must let people go because their pieces no longer fit. This departure is for the betterment of your energy, your space and your precious life.

You’re human. You can’t be a “motivational speaker” every damn day of your life. It’s okay to have dark days. Allow yourself to go there, then come back up with a gusto, like you always do. You’re an angel, but you’re also human. Don’t beat yourself up for being authentic.

You drink your whiskey,I’ll drink my wine.Later when we’re fevered and tipsywe’ll make savage love divine.Until then,let’s swim in the warm, opal sea of each other.Crash a few innocent waves,skinny dip, laugh and get lost in thoseblood-pumping hearts,and for a timeforget all our broken parts.

Put the two of us together and we become like moonlight and fireflies... all burning and glowing and lighting up the night.

Fireflies, to me, are nighttime butterflies, Dazzling the night with magical flashes of light. When I see these teeny tiny sparks dart in the night, I am overcome with a sense of comfort and calm, Same as when a butterfly flutters around me during the day. I’m drawn to the dance of both astonishing critters. They remind me of life. They remind me of hope.