It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.

When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now.