She's too beautiful to put in words. To be compared with seasons or stars. She's the universe and not many live life the way she does.

It's ironic that stars are dead, yet still manage to light up the sky.

I am blessed to have people who feel my pain but I can never stop missing those who are somewhere there among the stars.

Women drivers are like stars in the sky. You can see them, but they can't see you.

I keep reaching for things too far away, keep wishing on stars that have already fallen, keep holding on, to things that are far too heavy...

You understand how stars are created and still you walk in the darkness of others hoping to bring them some light.

There are new galaxies being born between all these pauses. There are a million stars dying while I wait for you to talk.

Just let go, even stars have to fall sometime.