With that I took a deep breath and leapt spreading my arms pretending I could fly . . .

I came to set fire to the earth. And I am watchful that the fire grow.May the fire of love grow in our hearts.May the fire of transformation glow in our movements.May the fire of purification burn away our sins.May the fire of justice guide our steps.May the fire of wisdom illuminate our paths.May the fire that spreads over the Earth never be extinguished.

The longer I lived the longer it would be until I saw him alive again until I could taste his new lips and run my fingers through his new hair. We could be young and beautiful again . . .

I had a dream about you. We were in a field picking dandelions for the king when a strong breeze came. I threw myself in front of you to block the wind because the king was balding and if even one dandelion floret fell out wed lose our heads. Well youd lose your head. I was just a walking torso so I had nothing to lose but your love.

I had a dream about you. The ice melted so quickly in our relationship that I didnt even have a chance to tell you I loved you. So I just sat there alone slurping up what was left of us in a straw.

I had a dream about you. No words were exchanged but we spoke with our eyes. My eyes said I love you while your eyes told me Im asleep. You always were more romantic than me.

When we cant understand the science behind something in this world we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us using our boundless imaginations to comfort us and make us feel like we have some control over these things that are much bigger than we are.

The best way to be appreciative for your life is to live it dont die for any other reason but love. Dreams are what guide us art is what defines us math is makes it all possible and love is what lights our way.

I had a dream about you. Id just invented a meltless popsicle and youd just created melted ice cream in a canas a substitute for soup. You looked at me as if I was some sort of creep and I looked at you through binoculars while sitting in a tree branch across the street from your bedroom window.

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.