But dreams come slow and they go so fast.
We sleep under the stars, deep in your dreams you whispered a name that wasn’t mine.
I want to fly can you take me far away. Give me a star to reach for. Tell me what it takes and I will go so high. I’ll go so high; my feet won’t touch the ground. Stitch my wings and pull the stings. I bought these dreams that all fall apart …
On a red road tuning to the heart beat, this is where we meet.
After all this time I come to realize we’re all just trying to get home. Sometimes it’s a poem or a painting that compels you to feel like you and the universe are finally one, moving in unison towards the wander you were always meant to be.
Does it take courage to learn how to cry?
Often time we generalize; it isn’t because we’re praying.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Travel broadens the mind.
East, wet home‘s best.
When the cat is a way the mice will play.
Sticks and stone can break your bones, why would you build a wall out of them?
“Life is the sum of your choices” –Albert Camus
We are wolves in sheep’s clothing, to mingle in the society...
They can’t see the wood for they are trees.
We use the worry to try and solve problems or deal with threatening or dangerous situations, but unfortunately it does not work because the worrying only deals with the problem in our minds.