If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath

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.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.

That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.

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