The fabric our relations are only as strong as the thread we weave in.

If I am worth been jealous at, then take my shoes, and see if they fit you.

Should I draw, my weapon of choice, I would need a pencil and a piece of paper, thos it is my brain.

I hear em calling, em dreams. I hear em sneaking up me, em dreams. It's time to follow em to the dreamlands & to catch a dream or two.

We are all just a step away from uncertainty, yet the brain only notices it, when actually we hesitate.

Short are the true moments of Bliss, lasting the impressions they leave behind.

If I left you a message
Would you take notice?
If I send you a thought
Would you catch it?

Memories; clouds drifting by, sometimes clear blue sky, sometimes grey and dark, sometimes stars in a clear night or just dim lights

If you have bypassed your window of opportunity, use the door.

The one, who walks along with equal-minded, will have longer between the Eureka moments.