Tear Stains We are like butterflies, who flutter for a day and think it is forever. Our love is like the figure 8, never ending, continual, deep and yet so weightless. And yet, ive never met you. I crave a love so vast the universe would be but a grain of sand in comparison.

Alone, And Always Lonely Lying on the bed, open window, rainfall pitter pattering against the pane. Staring at the ceiling, watching the images of my dreams float aimlessly, I think that sometimes we don't remember our dreams because we would wish to be in them always. This is the only reason we live in a world where rarely dreams come true.

Because Time Is Slow, And Thoughts Are Quick If we can take a moment to understand each situation we come into, fall, run, or side-step into, maybe we can establish a singular sentence to summarise each moment of our lives. Or maybe we can just sit on the couch, eat goodies and watch the walking dead.