Life is not measured by the number of breathes you take but by the moments that take your breathe away. |
Nothing Brings More Pain Than Too Much Pleasure; |
To be accurate, write; |
In a universe of ambiguity |
There are words like freedom, |
This above all: to thine own self be true. |
The best is yet to be. |
Hold fast to dreams, |
You can ruin a heart by trying to fill it up. |
With me poetry has not been a purpose but a passion. |