Endings and beginnings are merely paired facets of an imagined stone curtain, behind which a plethora of opportunities await.

Darkness is the womb from which a poet is born.

To hold the courage to let another witness our tears, while refuting fears invitation to shield face, is to grant the most privileged of all loving intimacies to them.

I do so love hearing people speak passionately on any subject, other than themselves.

We all have the same pallet of emotional paints. It is how we pigment them on the canvas of life that dictates our artistry.