Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.
Many times when I read a book, I want to savor each word, each phrase, each page, loving the prose so much, I don’t want it to end. Other times the story pulls me in, and I can hardly read fast enough...
Lunch can wait. Everything can wait. Time to run.
Love is the answer. Not fear.
Looking at these pictures,I wonder,did that part of methat flourished around him,like prized perennialsunder a tender gardener's care,die along with him?
Let the dayreveal itself to mein its own time,in its own way. I am yours, Today.I am yours
If music isthe storyof our lives,what songdid theysingfor me?
I'm listeningto the new Killers CDwhen Goodnight, Travel Well comes on. Dark.Eerie.Sad.The room gets cold.The light on my desk flickers. He's here. He loved The Killers.I sit there, knowing he's liste...
I'm an artist not an athlete.
I'd reply, love doesn't tell time.Love is simply thereor it isn't.Everyday,in every way,it was there.
I wanted to freezein the moment in my mindforeverbecause there's nothing betterthan flutters of the heart
I hate this. Will the darkness ever fade?Will I ever see light again?Is it light where you are?
I felt heat andmy body trembled and forcesbeyond my controlpulled me to himas the music rippedthrough our bodies
I don't know if boys are intimidated by her or afraid of her or what, but I know her heart is open and ready for a special guy to walk in.
His warm voicetiptoes into thequiet room.
His eyes are deep brown.Deep like a good conversation.Deep like a hole.Deep, of course, likethe ocean.-Amber
He lived.He made it. A second chance,given to oneand not the other.And this?This is what he did with it?
He isbetter than warm fall colorsbetter than beautiful musicbetter than doughnuts and coffee
DoughnutsMusicLoveIt doesn't getany betterthan this
Circumstances shape who we are and who we become. I believe that. But I also believe we have choices. There are always choices.