Post #3

Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars. The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope.

You have to make your own little pieces of magic, like the room with the stars on the ceiling where you could be in bed and look up at infinity.

Let's run away to a place where the air tastes like rain and the sun shines like sunday morning. you bring your laugh, I'll bring my sense of humor and we can taste the days one week after another.

I was outside barefoot, the only thing I could feel is my heart beating and the rain pouring down on me. All I ever think about is you.