life is like when you're a little kid and you discover that there is more than twenty-four crayons in the box that there is the possibility of forty-eight colors of sixty-four of one-hundred and twenty that there are so many shades of love and anger and peace and despair and absolute bliss and the ability to express them all are now in the palm of your hand
life is colorful beautiful thought-provoking lovely soulful heartbreaking inspiring and absolutely wonderful
every day is a new sunrise a new chance to transform into the butterfly you want to be
When my sun is hidden, I must rely upon on my moon’s shine. When my chakra is askew, I must realign. Learning the things I already knew. They flew over my head cause I’m cuckoo.
Who hadn't loved you In time, perhaps Like the wall in the painting Faded, Far from the window, And the shine On the pearl In your ear remained, "I" Am colored still With your Glow