How many more Sundays, my love, will I live
I'm counting the weeks, one by one,
praising Sundays, one by one,
Praising you, breath by breath
Singing my last song
till my final expiration
and reunion with you
Friendship without rules
Love without borders
Possibility without limit
Pain has the potential to transport you to a place of intense joy and peace
And when you look back, you realize how worthwhile it was
as you find yourself in the sweet spot of happiness
Question: Is it better to focus on what's wrong
or is it better to focus on what is right?
Answer: Is there a field beyond
where intense dark is the reflection of intense light?
Wrinkles on a face.
Are they simply age lines?
No, they are rather story lines.
Our unique lines,
they tell our own unique stories.
Are we proud of them?
are we scared of them?
Would we rather erase them, pretending time...