There Is No Formula To Relationships.

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.

...the Human Spirit Knows, Deep Down That All Lives Intersect.

Soon Man Will Count All His Days, And Then Smaller Segments Of The Day, And Then Smaller Still—until The Counting Consumes Him, And The Wonder Of The World He Has Been Given Is Lost.

Shouldn't The World Stop? Don't They Know What Has Happened To Me?

What Is It?” “a Prayer.” “for A Child?” She Nodded. “for Me?” Another Nod. “on A Tree?” “trees Spend All Day Looking Up At God.