You know what makes the darkest of times bearable, John?
Remembering that the world you live in is fleeting and illusionary; a playground for angels to rediscover their power. Where everything that happens bears a gift and that no matter what happens, comebacks and upward spirals are only ever a few new thoughts, words, and baby steps away.
And remembering that "somewhere back home," each dreamer sleeps comfortably in the palm of my hand, often with a cheshire grin, a hint of giggles, and, while quite rare, a spot of drool.
Nice wings, The Universe |