For those memories are now just like these little kittens hold in my hands those can be kissed and treasured but not held too tightly.

— Sanober Khan

For we all have our own twilight and mist sand abysses to return to.

— Sanober Khan

Funny how our hearts were designed to loves fiercely. But break ever so gently.

— Sanober Khan

Give MEA moon-blanket night to keep me warm along-gone smile to comfort MEA pair of rain-blue eyes to haunt MEA simple soul...to love me.

— Sanober Khan

Give MEA pillow of strong ever-dependable shoulders that I can bury my head in.

— Sanober Khan

Great struggles make for great stories.

— Sanober Khan

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips. Neck. Ears. Thighs. Heart. Soul. Ahh!the things I get to savor you with.

— Sanober Khan

Holding the eveningtremblingly close to ma wee pinto the sun letting the burden of hope lift off my chest realize this is what it means to be free.

— Sanober Khan

How can I ever breathe normally again after having been cradled by the kind of sorrows silent, that it nourishes after having been swept by the kind of joys absolute, that it wounds.

— Sanober Khan

How is it that he's always in my thoughts. Even when I am not thinking.

— Sanober Khan