whether or not God preceeded the concept of life, life preceeds the concept of God.
we’ll both forget the breeze, most of the time
I can’t take my eyes off of you…
Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map