Striving to be a better person and not think things are done when I keep falling down. You gotta believe there is a way back up, and that someone is guiding you...

Words can be rushed, picked apart, put to sleep....but the heart, the heart my love cannot be forced to tell. It must tell love on its own.

Poetry is food God gives me for when I am barren, alone, and with no sense of clarity....

Time is constantly coding me, giving me deadlines saying there will never be a chance to write what's in my heart. But I disagree. I say there's time for the soul, and that the treasure of time can be found through the healing of words.

Music is hope and inspiration, bringing life to the heart, helping it restart again,
and making a place where you belong.

I'm just a dreamer; that doesn't mean I deny reality, it just means I see reality as having wings to carry me on.

You might be an unfamiliar voice, but I know angels are above us all and I can feel their light give us back our life.

I need to write like the moon needs to watch the sun rise as he says his goodnight & goodbye. It's a part of me- a part of the day- I simply can't part with.

I read and write almost everything miscellaneously. What does this make of me? - An unnamed shape starting to form, somewhere, somehow...

You have a beautiful heart worth the purest kind of love and giving.