I miss the Stars

"Gray mornings destroy the soul", I think as I open my eyes to the rain, falling down my window pane like liberated tears. The mornings always start the same way, progress the same way, and end just as uneventfully. And as the days disappear I begin to feel the color is being bled from the world. The sun doesn't glow like it used to, the trees I used to love driving past on the way to work are gone, paved over for a new car dealership – the peaceful greens and blues replaced with shades of concrete and neon. I miss the stars at night, I miss the sound of wind blowing through a tree's leaves, I miss lazy days on sunny beaches, but mostly I miss those trees, and the way they could pull me out of myself for a second that seemed like a very long holiday.

A lesson on love ...

Screwed-up people are not more interesting than people with their heads together. Baggage is not fascinating, romantic, or exciting. It is very, very tiring. Men who are polite and emotionally mature are hot. Learn it, love it, live by it.

George ...

Your Worth ...

People need benchmarks: things to compare their experiences to, be they monumental or inconsequential. We change our benchmarks from our parents to our role models, our friends… anyone who is walking a path similar enough through the foliage that you do not lose your way. But when you're alone, when solitude is forced upon you and there is no one from whom to gauge your worth, you make your own benchmark.
The truth is that we need these comparisons because moralities, ethics, every one of our reasons for living, revolve around what someone would think looking at our life, with varying degrees of omniscience. And when you find yourself washed up on some distant shore you may find yourself with an imaginary friend who will judge you, or wasting your very last strength hewing your story into rock walls so one day, someone may find it, and look upon your life, and measure your worth.

Because we are all human ..

I stand before you and before my neighbors - pardoning, forgiving, struggling to be open to all who have hurt and angered me. Be this hurt of body or soul, of honor or property, whether they were forced to hurt me or did so willingly, whether by accident or intent, whether by word or deed - I forgive them because we are human... -Unknown

Late for pleasure

I am invariably late for appointments - sometimes as much as two hours. I've tried to change my ways but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing.

Lovers Vow

As long as the sun shall rise

goes the old lovers vow.

But we are children of a scientific age

and have no time for poetry.

Still i offer a quiet prayer of thanks

for the sunlight each time i see your face.