“I hope I never see you in my rear-view, I hope you stay on the horizon.”

Our souls are old friends.

The sun is setting, life is shifting, and this skin is ready.

There is still so much light left in us.

What once felt like heartbreak now feels like divine intervention.

Silence and inaction breed injustice.

I wonder if we ever grieve what was at the same time?

And maybe I’ll find you again, on the next big adventure.

After all this time forever still looks like you.

I hope my journey here ends with us.

I want love to be the altar of these earthly days.

You will always be, my favorite maybe.

A galaxy exists inside these bones and its sun shines only for you.

You made my world feel infinitely bigger simply by being In it.

I found myself somewhere between the aching and letting go.

I have never known how to handle endings with grace.

Her laugh feels like homecoming.

If I see someone out there mouthing the words to a bit, I’m not having fun.

I told my wife the truth. I told her I was seeing a psychiatrist. Then she told me the truth: that she was seeing a psychiatrist, two plumbers, and a bartender.

You are never used of God to bring blessing until God has opened your eyes and made you see things as they are.

On TV the people can see it. On radio you’ve got to create it.

We were on for six years. We were in syndication for a while. It had its run. I still see the people from ‘Mr. Belvedere,’ too. We stay in touch.

I see fighters make funny videos about me and stick them on Facebook and get 20 likes.

That it is meant to be discarded: that the whole point is to always see it as a soap bubble?

And whether they do not see him there in the grass, or whether they fear to halt even a moment, but they do not wake him, they let him be.