He takes my breath away; but really, I give it freely.

"Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in how they look. Not in how they act. But in who they are.” Markus Zusak

If I could climb into your eyelash hammock, curl my back against the outside world & run my fingers through the ripples in your daydreams.

They were holding hands but never really touching.

Read my review of "Life Knocks". Better yet don't & just buy the e-book & read. http://t.co/4je08dfg insightful...& funny! u wont regret it!

We'll meet in the space between the notes; I’ll gaze into your eyes and inhale the beauty of your composition.

truncheons and shields...honestly? #OccupyBoston

One day I fell asleep; and woke up to your eyes.

sleep escapes me just like words and the ability to think and walk straight.

When in bed, cheek cuddling soft covers, I drift off behind closed lids, nestled in the dream-clouds in your eyes.

He writes pretty words that will stick in your heart like unicorn toes in subway gaps.

if you hold my hand, I'll hold yours.

Having a love affair w/words & sunshine today & finding beauty in the scalloped edges of the toilet water as it refills the bowl #IamInsane

I reviewed @robolollycop’s marvellous “The Squirrel That Dreamt of Madness”. A bargain @ £1.53/$2.99 - buy it already! http://t.co/iLTQbDcd

All over Boston, artists, radicals, and entrepreneurs are finding new ways to work — together - http://t.co/4vECcdrK

I wanted to reach inside my head, pull out my brain, turn it inside out and wear it like apaper pirate hat, just for the relief of it. #lyme

My boxing day gift to @alligned: The Squirrel That Dreamt of Madness by @robolollycop Genius in can of Silly String. http://t.co/hztgBQdQ

the heart touches places the hand can never reach; the soul, places of the heart's daydreams.

His words gathered in the morning light like a bundle of glowing stars breaking the grey.

Eyes that melt into daydreams that I pour in my morning coffee.