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So much life in one little world.

tonight, like some other nights, i will get drunk on every single thing i wish i had the courage to speak out loud.

When the thumb of fear lifts, we are so alive.

May you take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.

Her eyes were like fire.  They weren’t red or anything.  Not particularly warm, either.  They didn’t glow or “appear to glow,” Whatever that means. But they had that same strange blend of  Familiar and miraculous– And they were always nice to look at After a long day of doing things.

As I grow old, I am gradually losing the tenacity to hate, but my ability to love progresses unmatched. When I try to be stronger, I might fail time and again, but when I try to be better, some unknown force lifts me in its lap. I see faces which glow as much in the day as they glow in the dark but they don’t reflect what hits them; they have been keen observers like me, absorbing every occurrence of good and learning from all that is bad.