The day of love

It's not about chocolate
It's not about cards
It's all about what you feel
Coming from your heart
It's not about gifts
It's not about buying
It's all about how much
You're trying
To be a better husband, wife or friend
It's all about how much love and kindness you give in the end.

Happy Valentines Day!

A thought

Is it possible for one to need to never be attached, to be loosely loved at a distance yet loved closely at the same time. To love solitude more than companionship but need companionship to love solitude. Is it possible to be forever restless yet happy and miserable all at once. Is it the way for some to live, to need freedom yet crave togetherness and hate it when it comes, yet miss it when it's gone. Is it madness or is it part of what makes life so beautiful, amazing and unpredictable; the self torture that moves the spirit to create anything and everything.

I lied

That last post was a lie. I am not looking forward to winter. I hate the fucking cold.

Winter

By far my favourite part of winter is the first snow fall. When the flakes gently cover everything and each piece glistens in the light of the lamps. Yellow orange hues creating diamonds that are all different in every way. I'm waiting for you winter.

Look up

Perhaps it is the idle mind or idle hand that gets one thinking of travel. The most romantic way to see the world is as you go up and down through the clouds. Was I meant to be here only to fulfill one purpose? Am I pretending this is everything I dreamed of? Would it be different to see the world now that I have experiences everything I have ever dreamed of?