Tell me sweet lies. I want to get lost in your thoughts.
I want to let your emotions wash over me.

Because I have feelings for you, of which I am scared. I am only a fool for you.

Tell me pretty lies, say that you love me. Lie if you must, because I am only a fool for you.

I want to get lost in your love. Because my feeling for you disorient me. They nourish and suffocate me. You're the only thing I think about, and I act like I don't even care. Tell me your pretty lies, and tell me again that you love me.

I want to believe your lies, let me drift into the night believing. I am only a fool for you.

Touch me, see me, know me.

Read my words, heed my wisdom, embrace my passion.

Live with me, trust in me, love with me.

Be mine - now, and forever.

As we made our way up the mythic Greek ruins of a castle that is no more, she turned to me, smiling. Her gorgeous smile and lush hair glistened in the sun, rivaling the beauty of the raw nature that surrounded us.

As we stood facing each other on the old stone steps, she reached her hand out and grabbed mine.

"I love you", she said.

"I always will", I replied.

Standing atop the highest tower of the ruined castle we gazed at the calm blue ocean, the wind softly brushing against our skin, holding one another gently, swaying.

"Do you think it'll always be this way?" she asked, with true wonder in her voice.

"Always", I replied.

On a cold foggy morning in the ****** dunes some leagues from my home I rode down a path unknown.

The trecherous sand pulled the wheels of my bicycle down into the earth, deterring me from completing the upward climb towards the top of the promising dune.

With my feet in the sand and besieged by fog, I surveyed my surroundings and found that I was completely alone.

Weakened by the arduous journey through the dunes and unable to cycle, I pushed the bicycle aside and dropped on my knees to face the sand.

Alone and halfway up an unrelenting dune, I was overcome by a sobering reality that shook me to my core; the elements care not for our humanly struggles and, with no warning nor a shred of notice, could, and likely will, decimate us.

With renewed strength and strong will to conquer the dune I picked my bicycle up from the sand and pushed upwards.

As I scaled the dune and finally reached the top, I gazed upon my surroundings panoramically, realizing the alarming yet beautiful reality; Though alone in parts unknown, I was surrounded by nature that embraced me and showed me its true beauty as reward for overcoming its many challenges.

With sand at my feet and fog all around, I no longer felt alone. I had myself and nature to keep me company, and that is all I needed.

Social media reeks of hate and prejudice.
Every discussion and every post only plays into the hands
of the ill-informed imbeciles who corrupt it with their idiocy.

Why bother with social networks? The news we receive are all biased or false.
Why bother participating in discussions? They all lead to more hate.
It seems that the only true form of honest, respectful discourse remains physically between discussants,
where people must own up to their words under threat of shame.

I once knew a man who rose at dawn.
Inspirational, he was, kindling fires of purpose in the
hearts of young men.
Striking fear in his foes, and comfort in his kin.
Strong he was, the man who rose at dawn.

Many have wondered who he was and where he had come from,
and whether it was he who rose at dawn, or had dawn rose to greet him.

Without fear or trepidation he rose at dawn,
welcoming the beginning of each day with a song.

We ought to asks ourselves where he is, the man who rises at dawn.
We ought to reach the deepest chambers of our hearts and wonder,
are we the man who rises at dawn.