why are youstill shadowing thebeautiful things build something delightfulinstead then if the beautiful thingsdo not comeit is no bother you will have builtsomething delightfulyou will have becomethat beautiful thingthat others will wishto shadow
what am i afraid ofin this life perhaps it isthat i will have done no thingsthat truly scare me perhaps it isi fearwhat i am perhaps, worst of all,i am afraid that there isreally nothing to fearin this life and how horrifyingis the lonely absencei must learn to tread
it is truethat i came lateto joy but anyone who arrives herein the small stop of happinessis lucky some never bloomand some only know the enjoyment of watchingothers blossom keep your eyes on youfor look lookat how much you’ve grown and how much more youstill will
oh godi must be over thinking againi must be over feeling againi must be over it by nowbut here i am, lover,hoping you come over again
so much talk about flight little saythat it is the landingthat will determineif you can flyagain find your footingstand straightand thenyou will findwhat you can take offto soar
perhaps the problemwas that you would cut what blossomsto prove to othersthere were flowers around stand alonedo not pluck it awayyou are growingwhere others cannot
now at the endand long ways from a beginningi cannot remember,i am remindedthat life is simplya series of slumped goodbyesfilled with the stutter stepsof hellossaid in between do you hear that silence? it is all of us in unioson,chanting your name,soon enough
think notabout how much timeis left but how much timeyou have hadand how itshapes how you thinkabout notand now for nowyou still have timeyou always do
the humanity of it all you will fall in loveand people will leaveand you will fall in loveagain and there is nothingyou can doto stopit
i think oftenabout you telling me thatone diesonce they are forgotten so knowthat even thoughwe do not talkand i do not know much anymoreabout you if you were to passi’d keep you alive