The only control I have left is slipping away slowly...

And even though I messed up today, it doesn't mean it's the end of my goal.

We are poetry runners....continually chasing the intangible and weaving words we want to taste. So let me run to you until my words spiral and my legs fail me and we are

alone.

I still can't believe you are going home so soon,
a million miles away it seems,
but you won't forget me or any of us,
for you have a heart humble and kind that will
never stop loving. . .
and I'll always have your encouragement
with me in my life.

Opposition to an act is not hatred toward the persons involved. Everyone is entitled and encouraged to fight for what they believe and what they know as truth.

You made it, you realize. Like rest after climbing a mountain and finding that the active volcano you feared would consume you in your childhood, is now dormant. And you are relieved...

And I am there...holding him while his sobs turn to screams and eagles soar and the horizon grows teary-eyed and earth is a battlefield.

"We will make another path, you will no longer wait for sorrow, there will be a way,

I swear."

Playing the piano is learning how to love, being reassured that you can love but finding the ways to express it with true notes of passion.

Try, try, and try again. Do not think there is a time where you cannot be brave.

I think one of the hardest tasks we are given is to love ourselves before we fully love others.