“When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
To love life through labor is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.
All work is empty save when there is love, for work is love made visible.”
~~Kahlil Gibran~~~!!!

All, <3<3 :):)!!!

Ignore the
Harsh words
And please
Lavish yourself
In the good ones
Never ignore
The words
"I love you "
Because I tell you
Every time I can
Don't listen
To my words
From the past
Because not all
Of them are sweet
Darling
Just know
No matter what I say
Or what I do
No matter what happens with you
Or me
My love for you
Will live on forever.

I want to leave in the morning, around one.
I want to go as far as the gas tank will take us before stopping
I want to lay under the stars and fall asleep in the car.
I want to eat ****** food from gas stations and wonder where the hell we're going.
I want to do something crazy, something unpredictable and amazing.
I want to run into the ocean at dawn and laugh at the wind in my hair.
I want to scream at the moon on a swing set in the new light of the day.
I want to hold hands on the way home and then turn around and do it all over.
I want to take pictures and sing at the top of our lungs at stop lights despite the looks.
You want someone perfect.
You want someone without scars.
Without troubles
Without a hurt heart.
You want a love.... But i'm just not the one

The grey cold
lingers in the bitter air
and snow falls like ghosts
declaring here will be a sufficient place to haunt.

I wake up
A time to seek and an time to lose
not to the birds
a time to mourn and a time to dance
or the sun shining through the blinds,
a time to keep silent and a time to speak
but to banshee sobs
a time to weep and a time to laugh
and voices that were once intertwined.
a time to love and a time to hate

I stare
out the window
and onto the unrelenting days
of December Timing-
a time to keep and a time to cast away;
a time to tear and a time to sew.

For everything, there is this season.
For every matter under the sun, there is this time.

I want to stretch my broken wings
a time to die
and fly toward the hidden, hopeful
light of day that is masked behind
the gray cold.

*a time to be born