Empty words almost echo within themselves
For the yesterdays and todays, and the tomorrows I can hardly wait for - Thank you.
Two lost things that had survived the seas and arrived on a coastline. What did they do? They implanted themselves in the sand and grew into trees and lined the beaches. Sometimes a lot can come of being all washed up. You can really grow.
Love was one of those feelings that you could never control.
We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone.
I write human stories. I write about people. Not as a product of their environment. But from the stance that everybody is made of the same thing.