But I'm still there my darling. Hush, hush, hush lest you miss my hymns of melodic agony ringing from your heart. So love other woman, 10, 23, 100 and recite the things your heart once spoke to me but I do not let this make my heart pump doubt and worry fore I will always be there with you as you will always be there with me. Forever and always.

Doors are so fascinating to me. If you don't want to see something, you just close the door. If you don't want  to hear something, you just close the door. And if you don't want any interruptions, you just close the door and lock it.

In God’s beautiful budding garden,
There lays blossoming flowers.
              
Some are ruby roses; some are delicate daisies or just tender tulips,
But they all are faultless and
Grasp sunlight everyday.

They all were planted the same but,
Some expired early and,
Some are never seen as lovely or pure.

But there is this one flower that seems beautiful,
But is fading a bit everyday inside,
It never gets a brush of sunshine and perhaps that’s why it’s slowly vanishing.

The flower stands in solitude, in God’s massed garden,
Because although the flower ages with the others,
It’s also turning somber.

The flower stays stable and takes deep breaths until one day…
In God’s beautiful garden there lays a shriveled up flower in the corner,
For all the rest to neglect and continue being God’s beautiful blossoming flowers.

Italy isn't Italy. It's only a metaphor. My mind has been stuck in purgatory for so long but when we both meet in Italy it means my mind is finally realized from the jail cell of my thinking.

And if you worry about me just picture me with dresses and water lilies and all things beautiful.

Dare to be a star. The moon is too dependent on the sun and the sun is too generous to the moon but a star stands alone in the cold dark sky and lights up its own self and for it's self.