The snow leopard and the little fox were sound asleep. The leopard curled up around the young fox keeping them both warm in the cold weather. As the sun started to arise the leopard awoke from his slumber. He then softly pat his little young fox apprentice's head, "Wake up little one. A new day awaits us," he said with a smile as he stood on all fours and stretched out his back. The little fox grunted and yawned "It's too early," she whined as she curled up tighter, "The sun isn't even fully up in the sky yet" was her rebuttal to his awakening. The leopard took her by the scruff and softly tossed her into the snow covered field. "Ahhh!~Ooof." The little fox yelled as she tumbled into the snow. "You know what they say, the early bird catches the worm, the early cat catches the bird." The leopard laughed slightly as he spoke, watching the little fox stand up all covered in fresh snow from last nights fall. "Well what's that have to do with me?!?" the fox shouted slightly, being slightly agitated about him tossing her. The leopard smirked as he walked by her and pat her head again, dusting off the snow, "It has everything to do with you, it has everything to do with everyone. It means the sooner you wake the more you can do. The more time you have in the day to do what you want," the leopard exclaimed with pride and excitement in his voice, "Do you ever ask yourself why there is so much left you want to do by the end of the day but just didn't have enough time? Well this helps you get more done. It gives you more time." The little fox tilted her head slightly to he side and looked down a bit, "I guess you are right," she said softly. Not knowing what else to say, she stood up and shook the snow off of herself then rush over to the leopard. "So what lesson will I learn today?" she asked eagerly. The leopard smiled as they started walking, "Didn't you just learn something?" he said as he raised an eyebrow. The little fox giggled softly and started pouncing around him laughing happily and saying "Well yea. But I want to learn more." The leopard laughed and looked to her, "Slow and steady wins the race little one. Slow and steady. we will find something for me to teach you, or for us to learn, as time goes on." he said softly but wisely as they kept walking into the woods, away from the sunrise.

I smile when the wind blows upon your face
And how you slightly laugh as it does.
I care for you as a rose within a pastel vase
And run with you from the bee's buzz.

We live free of burdens until the day that we marry
And then, will we test our love.
It will last; for you I will forever carry
Past the line where we've both had enough.

Nothing will break my eternal love for you.
The vase which holds you is my heart.
I'll be here; waiting for the only one who
Captures my being. Let us never part.

Easily loved, and easily hated. LIFE.

i don’t miss the old days anymore, i’m thankful it finally became a memory.

i have nothing to lose how tragic and comfy.

change is good, change is growing, so grow fast and away from me.

I'm having trouble sleeping tonight
Although it's technically morning
And I know that if we still spoke,
I would be calling you up right about now.

It is times like these, small moments
Alone in the dark with the patter of
Rain droplets and the smell of wet earth,
Faint sounds of cars passing, going.

Times like these that I feel alone
And think of you and how we took
What we had for granted and how
I miss our friendship but I shouldn't.

If we still understood one another,
If we were both aligned like we once were,
I'd call you up, to hear your deep voice
Despite the sound of his in my ear,

Saying "I've missed you, I like you,
I'm crazy about you."
And I would ask, "How are you really doing?
What did you think about today?

Where does the sun really go when it turns dark?
Are you afraid? What do you long for?
How many inches in a mile?
What's your fondest memory?"

I would tell you I wanted to stay up until dawn
To talk with you, to listen to you.
And I wouldn't be disinhibited by drinks, no.
I would be sober and loving and kind and sorry.

But we do not speak the same language anymore,
We do not speak at all.
You are a memory, the time spent with you blurs
Into one collaborative thought and then you're gone.

I think you're awake right now.
Either at home in the dark by yourself
Or with friends talking about concepts
Bigger than you or I could ever be

And maybe, at 2 o'clock this rainy Sunday morning,
A blurred thought of me passes through your mind
And you feel a wave of all emotions, like I do now.
And you think of me, and nothing is wrong.

it’s 2 am here
and it’s 2 am where you are
i don’t love you;

i hate that we both shiver at
the same bar of the same song
the same seven words.

and i hate the millions of melodies
that i’ll always associate with our summer
and the autumn that didn’t belong to anyone.

but i love your voice when you’re not speaking my language.
sing me to sleep in your language and i’ll love you in mine.

and i love the music you send me.
it sounds best at 2 am
when my toes are cold and you’re in
the midnight sun.