Love Is Not A Theme. It's An

Our Minds Do Unusual Things Sometimes, Tamara. When We’re Looking For Things It Takes It Upon Itself To Go Down Its Own Route. All We Can Do Is Follow

I Write Human Stories. I Write About People. Not As A Product Of Their Environment. But From The Stance That Everybody Is Made Of The Same Thing.

That Was All Part Of Giving Someone A Piece Of Your Heart; They Ended Up Taking A Whole Chunk Of Your Mind And Reserving It All For Themselves.

Two Lost Things That Had Survived The Seas And Arrived On A Coastline. What Did They Do? They Implanted Themselves In The Sand And Grew Into Trees And Lined The Beaches. Sometimes A Lot Can Come Of Being All Washed Up. You Can Really Grow.

Life Is Everything, And You Haven't Lived It Properly Until You Believe.