There Are Two Stories For Every Life;

Sometimes, They Say, The Moon Is So Busy With The New Souls Of The World That It Disappears From The Sky. That Is Why We Have Moonless Nights. But In The End, The Moon Always Returns, As Do We All.

Every Life Has One True Love Snapshot.

You Were One Person, And You Changed The World.

But Then She Did. She Died. No More Visits, No More Phone Calls. And Without Even Realizing It, I Began To Drift, As If My Roots Had Been Pulled, As If I Were Floating Down Some Side Branch Of A River.

Heaven Can Be Found In The Most Unlikely Corners.