Edens Paradise.

“You’re a cup of hot chocolate on a winter morning”

I have never felt the touch of falling snow, she said, but like love, I know it exists.

Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.

I never wish to see you defined by your pain, by your sadness no matter how overwhelming it all is, I never want to remember your faded smile or those dull eyes looking for some comfort I want to able to remember you as this person sitting in mild warm sun reading her favourite book and eyes brightening up followed by a warm smile .