Witness the magical sunrises. Over beaches, across fields, through the trees that are hidden, unimportant, in forest’s…
Take gratitude and freedom in the sight of a sunset, for that brings rest to the birds, the travelers and the misfits..
Just pray that what you did in that space of time is worthwhile and paths a way for an exciting, joyous and hopeful future…
This is your story. Create it.
"In a sea of desks, there’s talk of bags and games and long pipes that leak dreams with the strike of a match.
And there’s a loudness to the whispers I hear. Whispers shouldn’t be that loud, should they?
There’s a girl over there who everyone knows and men without ears who will stand by the door for a price.
In long hallways, there are angry mobs of dwarves and rats and one single angel. “