Daylight burns your sleepy eyes.
It's hard to see you dreaming.
You hide inside yourself.
I wondered what you're thinking
and everything you're chasing,
it seems to leave you empty.
I miss that feeling.
The feeling you get when you have
someone in your life you can tell things to.
A person that you can tell all your hopes,
dreams and aspirations. Knowing that they
are truly listening. The feeling of a
person who wants to talk to you, because
you are you. The feeling of a friend.
Not everything turns into what
it's supposed to be. Not everybody is
supposed to just walk out of your life.
Sometimes surprises and second chances
do happen and you can't be
afraid to let them happen.
You could just tell that she knew
the Secret, that she'd done all
kinds of things and never been defeated
or ruined. I didn't have to smile at her,
though I did. She smiled back at me,
and something passed between us.
Wait for me, her eyes said. I'll meet
you in the hall. Whatever passed between
us then, I cannot name, but I bet its
the same thing that passes between spies
who recognize each other, who are so
grateful to be seen at last by someone
who knows the truth behind the disguise.
You can find him sitting on your
doorstep waiting for the surprise.
It will feel like he's been there
for hours and you can tell that
he'll be there for life.
Wherever I was, I was happy. At peace.
I knew that everyone I cared about was all right.
I knew it. Time didn't mean anything.
Nothing had form, but I was still me, you know?
And I was warm and I was loved and I was finished.
Complete. I don't understand about theology or
dimensions, or any of it, really, but I think
I was in heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out
of there. Pulled out by my friends. Everything
here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything
I feel, everything I touch...this is Hell. Just
getting through the next moment, and the one
after that knowing what I've lost...
Don’t be gentle. Love me, but not gently.
I need to know that your desperation,
your missing, has been as great as mine.
I need to feel in the fervor of your touch
that you have longed for this as much as I have.
I need to feel how you’ve missed me.
A photo says, you were happy,
and i wanted to catch that.
a photo says, you were so important
to me that i put down everything
else to come watch.
I want to believe in it all again.
In art, fate and love and I want to
believe that I've made the right choice
and that I'm on the right path and
there's still time to fix the mistakes
that I've made and I guess I want hope.
There are those hearts that never
mend again once they are broken.
Or if they do mend, they heal themselves
in a crooked and lopsided way,
as if sewn together by a
Love is a force more formidable than
any other. It is invisible - it cannot
be seen or measured, yet it is powerful
enough to transform you in a moment,
and offer you more joy than any
material possession could.
And there will come a time, you'll see,
with no more tears. Love will not
break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill, and see what you
find there - with grace in your heart
and flowers in your hair.
Can you see the same sky from
where you are ? Do the heavens
really stretch so far ? From me
to you and all that's left in between?
Faith is not simply a patience that
passively suffers until the storm is past.
Rather, it is a spirit that bears things -
with resignations, yes, but above all,
with blazing, serene hope.
Perhaps this is how you know you're
doing the thing you're intended to do:
No matter how slow or how slight your
progress, you never feel that it's a waste of time.