Wednesday, March 31, 2010
You could get on my motorbike and we could drive to a lake. We could talk about what it means to be you, what it means to be me, what it means to love and what it means to be us. And in 20 years' time, we could look back on this day and know that we meant what we said.
Written by Me at 8:06 AM
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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Thursday, March 25, 2010
As I put down my pen, I know someone, somewhere is picking up theirs.
I know that someone, somewhere is playing a guitar for the first time.
I know that someone, somewhere is dipping a paintbrush and marking a field of white.
I know that someone, somewhere is singing a song that's never been sung.
Perhaps someone, somewhere will create something so beautiful and moving, it will change the world.
Perhaps that somewhere is here.
Perhaps that someone, is you.
Written by Me at 3:53 AM