Most people dream in bed then let those dreams fade as the sun rises. Others chase their dreams to the moon and back.

To hold the courage to let another witness our tears, while refuting fears invitation to shield face, is to grant the most privileged of all loving intimacies to them.

I do so love hearing people speak passionately on any subject, other than themselves.

We all have the same pallet of emotional paints. It is how we pigment them on the canvas of life that dictates our artistry.