No, Edward. You Are Here So I

Once, Lovers On Faraway Shores Sat By Candlelight And Dipped Ink To Parchment, Writing Words That Could Not Be Erased. They Took An Evening To Compose Their Thoughts, Maybe The Next Evening As Well.

All Parents Damage Their Children. It Cannot Be Helped.

The Truth Is, There Is No Line. There's Only Your Life, How You Mess It Up, And Who Is There To Save You. Or Who Isn't.

You Have To Find What’s Good And True And Beautiful In Your Life As It Is Now. Looking Back Makes You Competitive. And, Age Is Not A Competitive Issue.

My Thoughts Are Not Your Thoughts, Neither Are Your Ways My Ways" From The Book Of Isaiah