The spirit has no age And yet is shackled To the age we tell it to act From the people who tell it to us From the people who told it to them From the people who made it up The spirit has no age Let it roam free To be as it may— Age-free and un-trapped.
What lies between Stranger and friend Is one singular question Asked with the right intent
What we pay for in attention We purchase in identity What we consume by choice We create from inevitably The person we see today Is a byproduct of yesterday And who we'll be tomorrow Is paid in full each day—invariably
Oftentimes, taking care of others looks a lot like taking care of yourself.
Isn’t it funny How we hide our faults And then wonder why It feels like Nobody Really sees us
The size of your love for another Isn’t equal to the size of love the other receives The most beautiful love letter ever written Pales in comparison to a simple hug from the one that’s right If there’s anything I’ve learned from love in this life It’s that love, like death, isn’t something you get to decide