Words To Live By, For Sure!

When people hear good music, it makes them homesick for something they never had, and never will have.

“Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.”

- Charles Bukowski

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Find The Beauty In Everything, Its There, Just Pay Closer Attention!

I Love Love

I have always loved love, in every shape and size.  Its hard to love, love when your heart is broken.  It is hard to see love when your heart is broken.  I still love to see people in love,  that gaze.  It warms my soul but now it breaks my heart.  Once upon a time I had true love, the stuff that books are written about.  The kind of love I could only have imagined in my dreams.  In one day it was all taken from me,  i am working really hard to keep things together.  When a heart is broken does it really ever truly heal?  I know that one day I will not feel all of this pain but, will it ever really go away?  I just want to wake up and not think about it.  I want to see the world as I always have, with love!  I want to love love again!  I want to see people in love and not have my heart hurt!  I want to see people in love and not think about the pain.  Will a heart ever truly heal???  I dont know.......if you find out let me know.  I would like to start repairing mine as soon as possible.

Maybe one day you will see.....

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin6. "Love is the beauty of the soul."
--St. Augustine