Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

The train blows through towndelivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone”Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.

...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...

It's summer and time for wandering...

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanky.

Have you ever hoped for something? And held out for it against all the odds? Until everything you did was ridiculous?

Be judgmental to yourself, but be kind and non-judgmental to others.

Maybe you think life is not worth living, but is death worth dying for?

We are on a journey not to be perfect, but to be whole.

Stay positive. Be kind. Love your family. Set goals. Be humble. Respect all. Laugh loudly. Be honest. Do your best. Stay focused. Practice gratitude.

Antibiotics, viral tabs, painkillers, sterilisation spray, ” Kasyanov said. “Other stuff. Bandages, medicines, contraceptives.Hoop raised an eyebrow.“Hey. Forever is a long time.

But how do I get to having to write a book?... It was a mother who bore me, not an inkwell!

A library is a growing organism.

I will work with anyone that wants to get America back on track and make sure that the government is the servant and no longer the master.

We cannot gamble with anything so sacred as money.