I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.