I miss the way she made me smile from cheek to cheek
I miss the sunrise that seem to accompany her words
I miss the moon's glow that felt like a goodnight's kiss
I wish I didn't have to miss any of these things.
I miss the clouds that sway in the sky, dry to the touch;
I miss the nights where I did not lay awake with the stars.

The night is young and the sun is a mere orb
telling nothing of the time but wasted moments.
I long for the days where I would stay up all night
lost in the conversations that seemed to lead no where
Now I stay up all night lost in my thoughts.
I miss the sun's ray beaming tiny droplets of diamonds
across the ocean's water.
I miss the spring and the winter.
I miss them all.

Risk is everywhere.

To cry is to risk being sentimental.

To dream is to risk being disappointed.

To laugh is to risk being a fool.

To love is to risk not being loved in return.

But when we are not willing to risk,
We don’t grow in life.
Life loses its power.
We may be safe
But
We are lifeless.

*The greatest risk of all
Is
To risk nothing.