“I am grateful that I don’t rely on my eyes to seeI feel you in the darkest momentsYou are the gentle breeze caressing my neckWhispering... do not buy into the illusion”

“There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside.”

“Look at meIt really was not easyBut I can breatheAnd I’m so grateful because I can seeI am freeTo do exactly what I pleaseSo come with meTo a place where we can be”

“My world slowed and I closed my eyes. “I am going to give you my heart now,” I whispered. “Please don’t break it again.”

“Maybe one night I’ll be asleep and I’ll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool like peppermints and when I open my eyes my mom will be there like an angle, saying in the softest voice, When you are born it is like a long, long dream. Don’t try to wake up. Just go along until it is over. Don’t be afraid. You may not know it all the time but I am with you. I am with you.”

“I am grateful to realize that my desires do not entitle me to add to another's suffering.”