Where do we record the passing of wildlife? Who mourns the silent deaths of the small?
Life isn't as magical here, and you're not the only one who feels like you don't belong, or that it's better somewhere else. But there ARE things worth living for. And the best part is you never know what's going to happen next.
Life is a journey through a foreign land.
You can't really know what you are made of until you are tested.
Tread softly for you tread on my dreams. -Honor,from the Summer King.
Love is patient. Love is kind. It bears all things. Love never fails. Love is as strong as death.