It’s not the time left,but all the time that is lost that saddens me most.
I know who you are.What’s even more important —I know what you are.
Friends or enemies?Perhaps someplace in-between? You pick and I’ll choose.
Happy Mothra’s Day,mothers of all creations(and some destructions!)
When you save a life,you’re responsible for itfor the rest of yours.
To free your soul’s voicego deep, to where the pain lives…and write about it.
I sit way up high —a prize to be won (that’s lost) —high upon the shelf.
Keep me company…and I’ll tell you a storythat will break your heart.
Another long night.A million thoughts in my head.You are all of them.
Just as life can thrivedespite impossible odds,love will find a way.
Promises I makefrom my heart to your dear heart:Promises I keep.
It sometimes will takea lifetime to find a loveforever to keep.
Know this: When you’re young,your mistakes are much smallerthan when you are old.
I don’t want to waitfor “someday” that never comes —I want someday now.
My hand in your handis like your heart in my heart —two things that are one.
