“Lets walk along side the rain and try not to look for shelter this time.”

Its about finding that place where she can touch upon the flame without mentioning the fire. – Spark.

I left nothing but love – behind.

Lets have one last look at the stars tonight before they’ll go -into hiding.

These nights in armor only wear us – down.

For the souls who slightly push our universes towards a new perspective. – Gratitude.

How the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.

Our darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.

Like all great stories it started with a kiss and ended with a long and slow goodbye that went silent – in the end.

What ever I want from this day on, I have to let it go.

When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.

Our darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.

As long as we keep on reminding ourselves how far we have come. – We’ll be okay.

She knew exactly where she needed to be.

These stones In her pockets, the dime of her – compassion.

The intimate conversation adores her. – sincere.

When she shines, she shines bright. Radiant I suppose. Kind for kindness, she lights up to be seen.

What do I think about when I strike out? I think about hitting home runs.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

But this I know: if all mankind were to take their troubles to market with the idea of exchanging them, anyone seeing what his neighbor’s troubles were like would be glad to go home with his own.

Basically, I believe the world is a jungle, and if it’s not a bit of a jungle in the home, a child cannot possibly be fit to enter the outside world.

Home is where you go to when you’ve nowhere to go.

I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas.

Arguably, we are the most intellectual creatures that’s ever walked on planet Earth. So how come, then, that this so intellectual creature is destroying its only home?

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!