
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
Friday, November 30, 2007
The Something

Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
The Heart

Years later. I am not sorry I followed you. Only that I didn’t stay.
Monday, November 26, 2007
The Rise

It is then that things are not yet set, everything is possible and promises can either be broken or kept.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
The Corridor

The Lift

Then we get out on our different floors (some higher, some lower) and carry on with our lives, thankful we no longer have to deal with our own inhumanity.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
The Possible

You need nothing else.
The Wondering

Or, you can get up and do it. That's life.
Monday, November 19, 2007
The Bloom

Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
The Found

You need to go back there. Find it. And bring it with you when you return.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
The Sea

Sometimes I am you. And sometimes.
You are me.
The Hello

"I'm alive. You're alive too."
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
The Camera

The Series

The Day

You can live.
Today.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Passenger

The Hard

Friday, November 9, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
The Repetition

Wednesday, November 7, 2007
The Stars

I'd rather sweep you off your feet. Say something. Anything. To you. Take you to the top of my building and show you the stars. Dance in the moonlight. A glass of wine.
Maybe tomorrow.
The Roof

Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
The Beginning

Friday, November 2, 2007
The Difference

The Praise

Thursday, November 1, 2007
The Finding

“Because you will be great. You will change the world. You will define the future and inspire generation upon generation. You are a gift to mankind.” I reply.
“Me?” You laugh.
“Yes.” I say. “You.”
The Listening.
