The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice ironically their virtues make them vulnerable the are often wounded sometimes destroyed, ernest hemmingway
Tell me about your passions. Tell me what makes you tick. Tell me all the things you've discovered about yourself after all these years of searching. Why do you do the things you do, I want to get to know you so I can justify this that I feel for you.
Poem text Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain