I wonder how many women are reading their cards for you. And what one are you reading your cards for.

Your words are mirrored across the beyond. Listen to what they say.

Don’t talk about me. Talk to me.

Anything that’s not love is a trap.

Even the wrecking ball gives you time to duck between hits.

Nothing is lost if it’s in a book.

Sharpen your gaze and soften your mouth.

To understand the snake, you must listen to the beat of its hidden cold heart. And for that, you need to go low. Down on the ground below. Make it a prayer.

Take those blocks set in your way and build your foundations from them.

Everything I know, and everything I am, I owe to everything I let go of.

We are trained to be fantasies. Because reality is powerful.

People may help, people may hinder, but only you can dim your own.

A diamond in shit is still a diamond.

Go deep, but come back.

Shadowplays on the wall at night turned ash in the light of day.

Make sure that the solution is not more damaging than the problem.

In the end it doesn’t matter who was right, and who was wrong. Everybody dies.

It’s never as good as you think it will be. It’s always better.

Everything that pulls me, pushes me.

Love on time.

Falling back in time to retrace that first step that took me to you, and cover it with dust.

He followed her to the door. Then he unlocked it.

We come from a long line of false personalities.

In questions of love, logic is never the answer. If it were, there would be no questions.

There is a dignity in not being a crowd-pleaser.

Stay away from people that remind you of other people.

There’s nothing wrong with entertainment until everything becomes entertainment.

So much effort to hide love, so little to give it.

I had a wound that fit you before I even met you.

There are people that have problems. There are people that invent problems. Never the twain shall meet.

When your mind runs in circles, the way out is always laterally.

Demystify yourself & build a backbone from the debris.

Never be ashamed of the wound you are healing.

If I give voice to your void, will you whisper into my wound?  

I stopped loving him mid-sentence.

The answer is somewhere in me, it just hasn’t found its voice.

Failure in communication creates repetition.

We are eternal, chronological and ephemeral, all at the same time.

There is nothing other than your breath.

You walked off with the best part of me.

I spent my youth chasing my own tail, and I finally caught it.

Talk to her, don’t imagine talking to her.

Sometimes there is nothing in the darkness except shadows and regret.

Throw everything away and write a novel about it.