My Heart Is A Protest That I

We So Seldom Understand Each Other. But If Understanding Is Neither Here Nor There, And The Universe Is Infinite, Then Understand That No Matter Where We Go We Will Always Be Smack Dab In The Middle Of Nowhere. All We Can Do Is Share Some Piece Of Ourselves, And Hope That It’s Remembered. Hope That We Meant Something To Someone

Maybe The Best We Can Hope For Is That Those We Leave Behind Find Comfort In Knowing, That We’re Born Out Of Love, And Not Science. That Biology Explains The How, But Love Explains The Why

I Have Loved This Life. I Smile Because I Have Tiny Dreams That Play Hopscotch At The Corners Of My Mouth. And Every Time I Breathe They Float, Every Time I Laugh, They Fly Kites.

The Tiniest Dream That You Make Happen Is Worth More Than The Biggest Dream That You Never Attempt.

I Make A Good Living Doing What I Do.