“Time doesnt really march on. It tends to tip-toe. Theres no parade. No stomping of boots to alert you to its passing. One day, you turn around and it is gone.”

“Time doesn’t really ‘march on’. It tends to tip-toe. There’s no parade. No stomping of boots to alert you to its passing. One day, you turn around and it is gone.”

“Being gifted means facing the next level of depth without ever being repulsed by the curse that comes with the magic of being different.”

“So what? You're another person, so of course you look different. What do you need to be ashamed for?”

“I've a very simple yet powerful present for you the one reading this. - I LOVE YOU.”

“The blood dried on his good hand, he passed his palm over her hair. It curled about his wrist and sprung back into displace as the breeze fluttered by. In the firelight, it was golden like the dand...”

“Does poem also walk through the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions?”

“There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions.”

“Listen closely. Even the trees exhale sweet love songs that roll off their boughs and echo out to all of creation. Love is always in the air.”

“Not everyone stays forever. You have to learn to let go.”

“My heart made it's choice, and it chose you.”