A flame wihout its
   heat is as useless as a poetry without a thought.
              What is man without a soul? Can he be called human at all? How
             useful is an empty house that stands on a barren hill? A man
                         not capable of thinking? A blank book? Or a sun without the grace of a fire? How good is
           the wind without the trees?  Or the birds that worship its strength? How good is the ocean without
                              the fishes? Or the human that embraces its wealth? All things are interconnected and   interdependent.
    Like air to mankind and to the trees. And trees to mankind and to the soil. Like air to the waters.
                    Waters to mankind. Waters to the soil. As fire to man as to the trees. Mankind to the trees and
               to the soil. And trees to the soil, fire to the soil, man, fire. Fire and man. The fire within a man. Enflaming
                      the soul of another man. We are all relatives in the dance of life. We are integral part of the earth.
          The air, the waters, the sun and the moon. Everything is hitched to everything else. The air,
                                   the waters, the sun and the moon. The salt of the ocean is in our blood. The calcium of the rocks
is in our bones. The genes of ten thousand generations is in our cells. The fire of the sun king is in our spirits. The might of the winds is in our lungs. The most powerful element of the universe is in our hearts. The mighty winds
                     rage and we bend for them. The fields yield and we kneel for them.  The blossoms open and we  rejoice.
                               One could not pluck a flower without hurting a star. The wolves could not haunt for a
                        meal without troubling a heart. An atom could not deteriorate without worrying
                             the universe.  But along
                                  the way man seems
                                   to forget. And most
                                   of the time, man does
                                    not pay attention to
                                     its depth. Man be-
                                    comes too ignorant
                                    to understand. That
                                    man is the heart of it
                                   all. The pulse that keeps
                              the system alive. Man ne-
                                eds not observe but feel. M
                               an needs to penetrate quite-
                            ly as earthworms. Underst-
                            ands as soils absorb water. Pon-
                   der as the winds gather strength. Spread
               as the vines that overrun the yard. Let your flame be the
                                          guiding light.Do not let it be the fire that burns.

bus ride
wendys
baseball field
my house
then the park

on top of the hill
the bench,
our first kiss
we weren't ready but it felt so right
we had to be together
i wanted you
you wanted me
but need?

a couple days later.
our first date
a movie of course
16 and broke, generic
it's okay, as long as it's with you
the hobbit
good movie, better kisses
i noticed how your nose sloped down a tad
i love your nose
i will forever love your nose
i still love your nose by the way

1 week
1 am
in my room,
on my bed,
sleep-talking...
you woke me up
"hey.. you said you loved me,
do you?"
was it wrong?
that's how i felt
too fast?  but you felt it too
you asked me out
nope, oops

3 weeks
Scarden
we were sledding with my brother
my sister and my best friend
that was the best day ever
i was filled with happiness
i'll never forget it
you made me smile so much and so long
my cheeks started to hurt
we went down the hill, so fast
snow to our faces, we laughed
cold, but you're with me so it's okay
i love you

1 month, 3 weeks
january 22
will you be my girlfriend?
yes,
i will
i love you
i meant it

spring came
eh, it was the same

but i don't remember now
where am i?
where did you go?
why?
my memories are slipping away
i want you to stay
please
stay

give me one last try
what am i doing?
i feel pathetic
begging over the internet
it's already over
you called it, you argue that you're not good enough
what???
what.
no... you're perfect.. i don't underst-

i'm not okay
if you loved me, why'd you go?
i'm slipping, i want to remember
i can't
why not?

my mind says don't look
my heart says get through
as they argue, i say
just let me sleep my day away