I want to be someone someone who sees like a child and gives like a saint feels like an angel nevermind the broken wings speaks like a picture and cries like the rain shines like a star as long as the fire remains
In the manner of a wheat seedling thrusting itself up on the earth, the world moved forward in time by adding cell after cell to its leading edge, piling moment on moment, and that to grasp the world even in its freshest, youngest moment provided no guarantee that y ou'll be able to grasp it again a moment later.