Seeing me through You.

We keep searching for love, keep trying to make people understand. We keep running aimlessly, and then complain that we can't see the finish line. We don't imagine that there may not be a finish line in the grand scheme. That maybe it is all about the journey itself. We are not meant to complete …

Dear Time,

Time does heal everything, but can we not be a part of the process? Can we not take some steps on our own, choose the right pieces to help time on it's wonderful task? Why shall we wait and watch while time plays it's wonderful magic on us?