Before he knew he was immortal. Before life was no longer fragile. Those were the days when life truly meant something.When life was hard but worthwile, and love was valuable because your days were numbered.That was living.

Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew.

Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.

Die every night so in the morning you are reborn.

Groom yourself and your life like a shrub. Trim off the edges and you'll be stronger in the broken places. Embrace the new growth and blossom at the tips.

All of us has a blink of an eye existence, so why are we living a mediocre life? AnewMy soul aches..For new adventuresBizarre, grotesque, funHappiness and pleasuresLiving in slow-paceRealize it is graceThe place for my soulHeart centered arrowRebelling against the windThe universe and starsHome for body, stubborn heartLove who?Beauty in awe Finds it within blueWidens sorrowTruth withinLove everlastingPain is fairTo start anew....

When one's life has been shattered into a million pieces, most set out to pick up the pieces & rebuild. Others look at those broken pieces & decide this is their opportunity to start anew, the bigger picture comes into view. They see more, & want better so they leave those pieces scattered as a memorial to who they used to be!