Nothing else had ever worked out...

My mind is wandering. It seems I strayed off course right into the eye of a tornado. I wish I were here with someone who could bring peace to my heart. Someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that everything would be destroyed come next sunlight. Someone like her. With that reassurance, maybe I could, even amid the chaos, find time passing more slowly. We wouldn't even have to talk, just be silent for a while because we'd know that against the sheer force of a tornado, there is little room for conversation. Just for a bit, I wouldn't have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words. Only for a bit. 

To the faintest of moonlight...

To the ends of the Earth, 

I will follow you,

where the horizon meets the sunrise, 

if that's what you choose to do.

If you choose to love me,

until the end of the Earth,

I'll be your man.

Having a little too much of something terrible...

Life is amazing. And then it's awful. And then it's amazing again. And in between the amazing and awful it's ordinary and mundane and routine. Breathe in the amazing, hold on through the awful, and relax and exhale during the ordinary. That's just living heartbreaking, soul-healing, amazing, awful, ordinary life. And it's breathtakingly beautiful.

There are those who have been seeking him for over a lifetime but will sadly never get to meet. And there are those he wants to kiss but who trample him beneath ungrateful feet. There are two beasts within him. One who seems to favor the clever and the fair, and the other who is petty and overzealous. He admires all who are still brave enough to dare to know him. By large, his machinations and conjured fantasies are soft-handed and sweet, But scorned, he becomes a difficult beast to defeat. For though each of his strikes can land a powerful blow, when he kills, he will do it slow.