Only God gets things right the first time.
Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.
We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.
Sometimes when you're young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you're living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.
Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.