“Forget not that I shall come back to you…Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you. It was but yesterday we met in a dream. You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky. But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn…If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky…

A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.”

Laughter doesn’t have a language. Neither does crying.The face of joy is only a smile; sorrow, a frown. They are all by products - or effects - of love.

I don’t do the whole R.I.P. bit too often, but Philip Seymour Hoffman was fucking awesome.

The Return

Sorry I was gone for a while. I’m back.

Leave me like you found me.