If ever there was a riddle she was it.

A puzzle that you were never certain you had all the pieces to.

Now to be honest, that is the most unique thing in all the world, unduplicated.

The uniqueness is a mystery we want to solve, but people are not for solving they are for loving.

Each on to their own a snowflake, cut only once, but only ever seen crashing downward to the surface.

Mysteries, puzzles, riddles, people; they are unique, just like everything else we experence.

When it is dark you can use a lantern to light your way.


When its raining an umbrella can shield you from the rain.


Weather you use these things or just wonder in the darkness is a choice for you alone.


Realize you may be just cold, wet, and tired walking in circles.

A broken thing often is hidden, discarded, replaced.

People, we reset, repair, rebuild seemingly we're refaced.

I see beauty in these broken things, see them repaired.

Because every dent, scratch, or Nick reminds us of our bond and the times we have shared.

Volumes of silence dampen a heavy heart and bear a weight of epic proportion measured on the scales of eaches, valued in the eye of the beholder.

Effortless perspective of future become tomorrows' yesterdays. Dreams of now and times to come shared are blurred in the muddy waters of misunderstanding.

An invisable thing touching so deeply as completely as to sap the strength of your soul and your willingness to be.

There is for every soul, a kiss to wait a lifetime for. It can happen in a mere moment, but it can last for an entire life...

Love the light in the sky, moon on the clouds, the wind tickling your hair, the rain licking your skin. In a life being lived you have these things, whether you take them in or believe you are waiting, for the right time is now because time can not be saved.

Do not judge me by my appearances; hard may be soft and happy may be sad. A rich heart may lie under a poor coat and bring you into a joy you could only imagine possible. A chance taken an oppertunity missed, a life lived or one saved for its end. We are where we put ourselves and where we allow ourselves to wonder. I love you alone, with a richness I must have found in a life I was saving