all books and stories have something in common..... they all have words, and without words, its just an empty and blank object that nobody cares about... until someone comes along and writes something it...

a heart is a delicate thing that can never be replaced, but it can be mended or healed by the simplest person or thing.

music is not just a sound, music is a way of life for all those who can hear and feel it.

I forgot how much she meant to me until i read some of her poems she wrote to me, for me, and about me. She was my life, my whole world, and i let her slip through my fingers. I lost more than a friend, i lost a sister as well. She had always been there for me, she made me feel like being me wasn't wrong. She knew the pain i was going through and she helped me through it. It was the first time in my life when I actually felt loved, that to someone i came first. And that was my downfall, while i was happy, she was miserable. I hate myself for that. Everything she had done was to make me happy. Now she is gone.

Amazing dream lasted forever and i didnt want it to end. My love I yearn for came into my dream, and that's what made the dream so amazing. I came up behind her and hugged her. I looked her in the eyes and she did the same. Then without warning, we started kissing and we fell in love. Everytime I saw her in my dream, I would come up from behind her and we would we kiss and it felt like our kisses lasted forever, it was amazing. I never thought I could feel so amazing, but it I did. I never wanted to leave the lips of my love, but unfortunatly, I had to wake up. But I will never forget the most amazing dream, that will never really happen.....

A river that flows gently and quietly, you may not be able to hear it unless you listen very carefully. But this river sings a song, it's own little tune. It's a song that isn't known very well because no one ever listens close enough, it's song is the most beautiful song you will ever hear, it yearns for someone, anyone to listen to it's magnifisant melody. But nobody will ever listen close enough to hear, the river's melody.........

A river that moves swiftly, yet harsh. No matter where you are, no matter how close you get, you may be able to hear the roaring river, but you will never be able to fnd it. You hear the loud beating of the roaring river, it beats louder and louder until the end of my time. And that roaring river is none other than, my lonesome beating heart........