When we were together before, the world was small to us, but as you grew bigger to life and the world became desirous to living, we became smaller to each other.

There are a world of answers, outside the loop.

To be the salt, you also need to be the shaker. To shake the world. Shake the truth. Shake the people. Shake the word. Have it sprinkle, melt and preserve humanity.

At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates. Like leaves on October trees, that color the world, but for a moment, then leave. At the edge, where life losses its edginess, and thoughts we will become one, someday. At the edge the sun drops, the ring falls, and senses of raindrops climb upwards to the gray sky.

Live for your country, die to yourself; live for yourself, die to your country.

Keep me heaven my soul has holes, leaking good morals, I once had control over dark matters of the world, give me courage and strength for my Lord, and sew the holes that hold you near. Keep me heaven my soul has holes.

The paper is my savior, the pen my blood, to words that shed my world.

A beautiful world with ugly people; an ugly world with beautiful people. We can never win.

With the world in a chaos of questions, family should be the answer.