Everyone needs a house to live in, but a supportive family is what builds a home.

A house is never small or empty, when filled with love.

Love is like a match to a wick. It takes that right combination to strike a flame. But once the flame is there, it can either give warmth, die out or burn your world to ashes. Even kill you. It’s how you sustain the flame, feed it, and moderate the amount of energy in balance.

Love is about as strong, as two people want to make it.

All she wanted was a family, all he wanted was fame; as their relationship famished.

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.

Find love. Find love with all of your heart. And once found, love will find you. It will break away the unbreakable, and make anew.

A smile will go the mile, while a frown will take you down.

I could say the world is ending tomorrow, and no one would care. I could say the world will go forever, and no one would care. I could write words, words, words of hope, of love, of humanity, of peace, of pain and the world will still spin to unchanged tomorrows. The human heart balled up as a fist, just grows old clenching to life, to pride and ego, it won't let go. But the words slip through, as the last pump of blood to a lost web of veins.