I Have A Two-year-old Boy.

I Love To Be Alone With Life. I Love To Study Simple Things: The Light As It Filters In A Window; The Music Of A Room Full Of People Chatting; A Horizon.

No Longer Lend Your Strength To That Which You Wish To Be Free From.

Well In Case You Failed To Notice, In Case You Failed To See, This Is My Heart Bleeding Before You, This Is Me Down On My Knees These Foolish Games Are Tearing Me Apart Your Thoughtless Words Are Breaking My Heart You're Breaking My Heart

Life Is Seductive, Yet So Few Allow Themselves To Be Seduced.

I Don't Exist Without Writing.