I remember when nothing mattered; when the trees were just dead wood; when the stars were just ashes in the sky. I remember being hollow; having no regrets in saying 'goodbye.'

     When you saw me, you took a flame and lit a candle in my heart. Now, the trees can breathe and paint a paradise in green; the stars shine brightly and give soft light to the hands holding mine. Now, my heart pumps the passion running through my veins.

     I have a home now, where the embraces are warm; where everything matters; where we live in a paradise painted in green, wishing on stars and singing in moonlight.

- MiscellaneousPastry 5/20/10