“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.”

If I knew it would be the last time that I’d see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly, and pray the Lord your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time that I’d see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss, and call you back for just one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would tape each word and action, and play them back throughout my days.
If I knew it would be the last time, I would spare an extra minute or two,
To stop and say “I love you,” instead of assuming you know I do.

So, just in case tomorrow never comes, and today is all I get,
I’d like to say how much I love you, and I hope we never will forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.

So, if you’re waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you’ll surely regret the day
That you didn’t take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,
And you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear,
That you love them very much, and you’ll always hold them dear.
Take time to say “I’m sorry,” “Please forgive me,” “thank you” or “it’s okay”.

And if tomorrow never comes, you’ll have no regrets about today.

one of the most annoying things to me is my recurring headache... it bothers me so much that i can't almost bear it.... i want to rest yet i can't... it seems that i am haggling with life... been doing a lot of things for others... i just didn't notice am running out of something for myself... i want to break free from this chain yet i don't want to lose myself from reality... Lord please help me make it through... i just want to feel my existence...

There was a time
I was everything and nothing all in one
When you found me
I was feeling like a cloud across the sun

I need to tell you
How you light up every second of the day
But in the moonlight
You just shine like a beacon on the bay

And I cant explain
But its something about the way you look tonight
Takes my breath away
Its that feeling I get about you, deep inside
And I cant describe
But its something about the way you look tonight
Takes my breath away
The way you look tonight

With a smile
You pull the deepest secrets from my heart
In all honesty
Im speechless and I dont know where to start

At this time, it were only memories of dreams we had, when asleep in the woods. The noises were internal, the sounds came from within the dream and, inversely, filled the spaces and echoed amongst the trees, if the trees and even the whole forest were there at all. Yes, because after that, with our nails, during the years, we digged the hillsides and found buried asphalt, or stone, or ancient pavement. We wondered if it was really the ground under our feet. Over it all, silent, rested the blossomy parks, the hindmost melodies, the lovelorn halls. The carroussel, over it all, spinned alone, and the objects themselves desired to stir, whilst the bells' melody clang out, the one from distant bells, as shadows imprisioned in walls, eternally expelled of any banquet, those lonely, since always jailed into the campaniles... Because there is no love without pain and because "wound the hours, but the last one will always annihilate"...and maybe because to stop is as vain as to keep still, and to doubt, and to believe...and also maybe because everything persists when we don't last anymore...and for some other few reasons. Or so we will believe it's all confused shadows, indistinct shapes of what we loosely glimpse afar, and like everything that surround us, give us the boast of asking: - "After all, is it really there? Exists? Or is it pure ideal?" Will compress the eyelids, will strengthen the retina, there's something solid, that doesn't move, and seems sometimes to be, and sometimes not to be there, at the mercy of the clouds. Come rumours, banquets' tinkles, voices, threat screams, death. Sometimes, the wind brings, in intermittent flurries, melodic fragments. Delicate flurries bring'em carrefully, as if not to break the sounds. Would it be music? So, let us listen to it, record it in our memories, before we wake up!