Put my ear down close to my soul and listen hard.
When I do things from my soul I feel a river moving in me, a joy. When action come from another section, the feeling disappear. Upturned towards the sun, eyes closed. That color and warmth I see and feel is the soul on fire. If only it remained when again my eyes opened. Soul shadows us everywhere; soul is a force that light up a town.
Worry ducks when purpose flies overhead.
Empty, strike out across the field.
Comfort, leave me behind.
Pressure and tired knock on my door.
I am searching, discovering the wonderful.
Patience. Be patient toward all that is unsolved in my heart. What I am running from, to and why. I shall not seek for the answer which cannot be given me because I would not be able to live them. Perhaps, I might find them gradually without noticing it and live along some distant day into the answer.
I wish to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
I am afraid of thinking. But when your heart speak and whisper, do take good notes.
Time doesn't stop for anyone, and we move on as seconds passes by.
If you aren’t sure what you’re doing, you might as well work on what you want to do.
I wish I could be closer, to the sky with twinkling stars.
I wish I could live in the room where I awake to the crack of dawn, the balcony where I can witness the nightfall.
I wish I could walk with my dear one along the beach, the fine sand the sea breeze the crystal clear sea.
I wish i could go around the world with my sweetheart to witness all the wonderful scenery.
I wish I could sit by the bay leaning on my dearest's chest.
I wish I could have my loved one by my side to hold me tight; to pampered me; to walk with me; to stay with me; to love and care for me.
Sometime somewhere somehow, I need a shoulder.
Adorable.