They Worry About My Sanity

What If We Knew What Tomorrow Would Bring? Would We Fix It? Could We?

What Seems Tragic Now Won't Even Be An Issue In A Few Years Time.

Age Is Just A Number, Not A State Of Mind Or A Reason For Any Type Of Particular Behaviour.

Life's Kind Of Like A Painting. A Really Bizarre, Abstract Painting. You Could Look At It And Think That All It Is, Is A Blur. And You Could Continue Living Your Life Thinking That All It Is, Is Just A Blur. But If You Really Look At It, Really See It, Focus On It, And Use Your Imagination, Life Can Become So Much More. The Painting Could Be Of The Sea, The Sky, People,buildings, A Butterfly On A Flower, Or Anything Except The Blur You Were Once Convinced It Was.

Every Single Time You Crossed Over For Me And Met Me On My Side. I Realize Now, I Don't Think I Ever Met You In The Middle. And I Don't Think I Ever Once Said That You For That.