i will never, nor could ever, lose those that are in my heart. for they that exist there, shall live forever in peace, as mine. and i will fiercely protect them. and enjoy them, for who they are. without cost or conduct. barefoot, or in glittering slippers. i will love them completely, fully, without question, or pause. for they are my life. the template for my existence.
17 february 12
i am a serial killer of words. all creeper like.
excerpt taken from 'The Beautiful Dream' by H.H.
“He could see nothing but immense clarity all around him, and everything in the world was in the best of order and clear as the sun. He understood completely why his mother had died and yet still lived. He understood, deep in his heart, why people were so different in looks, customs, and languages and yet came from one being and were indeed close brothers. He fully grasped that want and...