yours truly,

“i miss you like the sun misses the moon in the all its light, perhaps more, i miss you like the waves yearn to meet its shore and i miss you like my heart misses yours and i guess i will always do.”

“Crashing waves on an empty beach, the rhythm of our hearts, two drowning lovers lost at sea, my lips adrift in yours.”

“To read for pleasure is a gift for the mind; Seeing the characters in a book who have the same demons as mine and feel my tears drip as they find redemption. I read books as if it predicts my life; a map to the future – a compass for the personality. To read is to make friends with people who are dead in the body and alive in my thoughts. I read to write as I write to live – I love my books as a gardener loves his flowers and marvel at the beauty of the words I cannot say.”

“In all she said, however open she seemed and voluptuous, there was something hidden; in all she did, however daring, there was something concealed. The clearness was only outward; within was a wandering flame.”