What's Wrong With Living In

The Hardest Thing On Earth Is Choosing What Matters.

I Felt Someone Should Personally Thank Every Rock Out There For The Human Misery It Had Absorbed. We Should Kiss Them One By One & Say, We Are Sorry, But Something Strong & Lasting Had To Do This For May, & You Are The Chosen Ones. God Bless Your Rock Hearts.

You Have To Know When To Prod And When To Be Quiet, When To Let Things Take Their Course.

I Watched Him, Filled With Tenderness And Ache, Wondering What It Was That Connected Us. Was It The Wounded Places Down Inside People That Sought Each Other Out, That Bred A Kind Of Love Between Them?

... In The End, Goddess Is Just A Word. It Simply Means The Divine In Female Form.