Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

One must gauge one's trust carefully.

True friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety.

What's the point of being a grown-up if you can't indulge the kid inside you every now and then?