When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.
I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.
I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.
I had always wanted to hear those words.I had always wanted to be your girl.
To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But o...
I don't fancy colors of the face, I'm always attracted to colors of the brain.
Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a m...
If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.
Some writers write to forget. Some forget to write.