Cruelty of reality. Volatile happiness.
Those out of sight, are they really not there?
Those remembered, will they last forever?
Listen quietly, to the sound of your heart. Cheerful melodies may rise.
Some simple some profound, some gentle, some loud.
I held tight to the world, but rejected.
If I had saved the effort, would the pain be less?
As we promised, to face the world drowsily in our most languid positions.
I has been patient, believing the best is worth the wait.
Yet the last apple fallen from the tree is usually sour.
The love that rocks your soul is hardly the result of a long wait.
Save a place for yourself, before going out to love.
You don¡®t have to know who to love, how to love, or how long your love will last.
Just wait for the one time. Maybe there will never be the one. But just wait, because it already is your reward.
