He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

I write letters to you that youll never see.

In the old days when travelers would get lost they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

He looked at me that first day like he had just found something hed lost a thousand years ago.

The only time she has anything resembling a life is when she sleeps because when she sleeps she can dream.

You have the chief spark of your healths fire for you have true knowledge of the hand that guides the universe.

Growing up I had a lot of dreams. I was depressed and I slept all the time.

You haunt my days and dreams.

You know that feeling of relief as soon as you wake up from a bad dream That is what I feel as soon as I fall asleep.

Your personal truth is your gift to the world.