Saturday, January 30, 2010

Pain or love or danger makes you real again
And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time
Someday I will find the right words, and they will be simple
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry
Accept loss forever
Our battered suitcases were were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end