The Choices.

Sometimes,You have an idea,Of how you want things to be,Of what you want from life,Of what you need to do ahead. Sometimes,You have answers,To all your your questions, To all doubts that plague,To every puzzle ever made. And sometimes,You are able to see,The glitters of the day,The light beyond the sunset,The odds fusing together. But …

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 …

Sit Together and Talk.

Sometimes, we are truly and utterly lost trying to find a solution to the eternal conflict between the heart and the mind. What do I do in situations like this? CLICK IMAGE OR TITLE TO READ.