Another Night Here I am again. All wrapped up, in my bed. Safe and sound, nothing can hurt me now, except for myself. My heart can still hurt me, because although I'm still lying here, safe as sound, wrapped up in my bed... I'm without her. W she's not by my side, she's not there to keep me warm, I can't feel the softness of her skin, or the silkiness of her hair, the clasp of her hand. I can't stare into the endless void of her eyes, I can't smile at her smiling. I'm not safe, not now, not here. I'm not safe because I'm in love.

Irony Irony (n) - drawing pictures of trees on paper.

Like That But first the shining moments, a profound appreciation of what it means to be alive, but most of all a shared urge to reach out to one another, to offer warmth, understanding, acceptance, forgiveness, love. It's dark now, but they know all they need to know. They feel each others breath on their cheeks, they kiss, they feel their tears, and if there had been anyone left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others faces, holding each other, eyes closed. Oblivious to the world around them. Because that is how #life goes on. Like that. From the film 'Perfect Sense'.

Carpe Diem Carpe Diem Seize the day. Make your lives extraordinary.

Sonder N. The realisation that each passer by is living a #life as vivid and and complex as your own - populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness - an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might have appeared once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.