If.....

if i'm like wine getting better with age.

if i anchor my heart in your oceans.

if right choices gave instant happiness.

if love didn't torture the mind.

if i couldn't change with the seasons.

if all was said and done,the world with

stop.....all of this would end.....but it doesn't, love, change, choices, time never stop.......

letter from ansel adams to cedric

Ansel Adams: Dear Cedric. A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that relate to those who are loved and those who are real friends. For the first time I know what love is; what friends are; and what art should be. Love is a seeking for a way of life; the way that cannot be followed alone; the resonance of all spiritual and physical things...Friendship is another form of love -- more passive perhaps, but full of the transmitting and acceptances of things like thunderclouds and grass and the clean granite of reality. Art is both love and friendship and understanding: the desire to give. It is not charity, which is the giving of things. It is more than kindness, which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light of the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is a recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the interrelations of these. Ansel.

Antelope island

Lyrics to SAY - John Mayer

Take out of your wasted honor
Every little past frustration
Take all of your so called problems
Better put them in quotations
Say what you need to say

Walkin like a one man army
Fightin with the shadows in your head
Living out the same old moment
Knowing you’d be better off instead If you could only
Say what you need to say

Have no fear for giving over
You better know that in the end its better to say too much
Than to never to say what you need to say again
Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is brokenEven as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide openWhy?
Say what you need to say

Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint - Federico Garcia Lorca

Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your riverwith leaves of my estranged Autumn

I sent it.
I told you how I felt.
Now all I need to do is breath….
And I don’t know…..
I need to wait a little
But I need to just breathe…..
It will be all right
I hope that you see me….
That I’m here…waiting
I want you to know….
I keep busy…so I won’t think

I just want to go away…
My heart is hardening
I want to see you but I also want to run away
Run away far….
And everything that reminds me of you

I made my self so open so vulnerable….it hurts
Not knowing...knowing
It’s killing me
I’m so mad at you right now!