Sometimes when I walk home from school, when I get to the sidewalk in front of my house, where I know the steps to my front door by heart, I close my eyes. With my eyes closed my senses are sharpened. I see shadows dance on my eyelids. I hear leaves crunch under my feet and hummed tune that's been in my head all day. It's as if I can feel the air on my skin and pinpoint every ray of sun that touches me. And for a few short moments, I forget everything and just feel.
And I know it's long gone, and there was nothing else I could do. I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to.
"I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich." --Dan Wilcox
"Truely great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget."
"We are supposed to be happy, 'for men are that they might have joy.'"
"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams-- this may be madness; to see treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all-- to see life as it is and not what it should be."