He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

I write letters to you that youll never see.

In the old days when travelers would get lost they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

He looked at me that first day like he had just found something hed lost a thousand years ago.

What is life if you dont have a dream to chase

My dreams may be nonsense toobut I do not want to run the risk of not following them

The more formidable the contradiction between inexhaustible life-joy and inevitable fate the greater the longing which reveals itself in the kingdom of poetry and in the self-created world of dreams hopes to banish the dark power of reality. The gods enjoy eternal youth and the search for the means of securing it was one of the occupations of the heroes of mythology and the sages as it was of real adventurers in the middle ages and more recent times. . . . But the fountain of youth has not been found and can not be found if it is sought in any particular spot on the earth. Yet it is no fable no dream-picture it requires no adept to find it it streams forth inexhaustible in all living nature.

Every journey has its own traveler. Every dream has its own dreamer. We are all belonged to a specific journey and dream. Some people are currently looking for it some people are just figuring it out some people are still lost and to some they have finally found it.

You might say no you will never do that thats not you not who I know not who I thought you were and I will say watch me.

You haunt my days and dreams.