“Whatever it is however bad I’m so glad you’re still here.”

It might feel like sparks to you but to me it’s fireworks.

Let’s pretend for a minute that time is a construct and take a road trip into forever.

Find someone who turns your hopes of maybe into dreams of always.

I live for bridge walks, your small talk, and ice cream late out at the docks, drinking wine out of the bottle- so stay for a little while, won’t you?

Dear curiosity, I wish you wished the best for me.

And in the shard of fleeting vision, everything I once feared tastes like stolen magic.

Let’s go slow dancing around the kitchen, listening to the sound of dawn by the back roads and let our shadows paint the walls.

You were the star in my life but now its my time to shine.

I hope one day your paper cranes grow up in dreams and fly away.

I shouldn’t have to dream of losing you to hold you all closer in the morning.

It may have killed the cat but curiosity is what keeps me alive.

Open your eyes to the bottomless sky that teases omnipresence and know that you are my beyond.

You danced the fine line between graceful and reckless and this is what I wake to wait for.

I spy a life on fire and taken for granted by me.

Needing leave clumsy me – spilling mustard on my sleeve as cover-up for all the talk of love.

You and your sea glass green kaleidoscope eyes have always been my kryptonite.

So nothing is ever good or bad unless you think it so, and vice versa. All luck is good luck to the man who bears it with equanimity.

Faith is trusting in the good. Fear is putting your trust in the bad.

Thought = creation. If these thoughts are attached to powerful emotions (good or bad) that speeds the creation

If you are insulted, if you are accused, if they gossip about you, don’t say anything bad. Don’t be the one who sees the shame, be the one who corrects it.

The bad fortune of the good turns their faces up to heaven; the good fortune of the bad bows their heads down to the earth.

A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika.

This world is like a mountain. Your echo depends on you. If you scream good things, the world will give it back. If you scream bad things, the world will give it back. Even if someone says badly about you, speak well about him. Change your heart to change the world.

He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate, and set proud death beneath his feet, can look fortune in the face, unbending both to good and bad; his countenance unconquered.