Let’s pray and sing and dance for a while. Let me sing a song about you while we dine. Let’s remember to forget and forget to remember. Let’s touch the sky and kiss the ground and weep while we laugh because you mean so much while the world can mean so little. Let’s do these things, you and I, for time is short and short is the time.
And tomorrow, we can do it again. If you’d like.
Remember what happened. But know that you cannot move forward while looking backwards.
Your own ideas are the best ideas. Because only you can see them clearly enough to explain them to the world.
Just follow them and you will be ok. I don't know how you feel right now but I know how I feel. Hopefully, that will be enough.
You are an end product of time. And time will always take its toll. Never regret the price you pay to become who you are.
I told you religion is nothing but myths and fairytales. You said “But do you really want to live in a world without myths and fairytales?”
Avoid people who tell you that you must live apart from your heart.
Some thoughts will chase you from your childhood to the end of the house and back again. They'll sit there, hanging in the cobwebs, waiting to be thought back to life. Hiding in the walls. The smell of a book. The way the light shines at a certain point in the day.
Sometimes the night is dark and stormy. Sometimes the ghosts of what you had run their fingers down a spine.
You are negligible. You are critical. You are poor. You are rich. You are angry. You are sad. You are ok. You are great. You are. You are. You are.
You feel this way today. You will feel different tomorrow. Cycles and waves. Repeating into eternity.
When hurt turns red and a piece of your heart is missing. When the cold bites deep and you’ve got that feeling like you just got out of surgery. When the only way to stay sane is to concentrate on anything else but how you feel. When you count the tiles in the ceiling. When you push the earphones closer. When the first day of winter arrives. When you remember every nuance of every word of every time. When all this happens. 
Mourn the things you lose. Celebrate the lessons they taught you. And know that this too shall pass.
The question you've got to ask yourself is, when they get out the car and their song comes on, do you pause it and wait for them to come back. Or just let it play.
The things we have in common will keep us together. But the differences between you and I, that's what makes life fun.
If love and beauty were easy to find, they would not exist.
In the house of truth, you will find beauty. In the house of beauty, you will find nothing.
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