I'd Tried Enough To Know That Anything

I Felt That My Views And Philosophies Had Been Changed Overnight. The Philosophies That I Had Gladly Carved In Stone, Recited And Danced Upon.

Time Cannot Be Packaged And Ribboned And Left Under Trees For Christmas Morning.time Can't Be Given.but It Can Be Shared

Alone Because Love Was One Of Those Feelings That You Could Never Have Control Of. And She Needed To Be In Control. She Had Loved Before, Had Been Loved, Had Tasted What It Was To Dream, And Had Felt What It Was To Dance On Air. She Had Also Learned What It Was To Cruelly Land Back On The Earth With A Thud.

When You Drop A Glass Or A Plate To The Ground, It Makes A Crashing Sound. When A Window Shatters, A Table Breaks, Or A Picture Fall Of The Wall, It Makes Noise. But As For Your Heart, When That Breaks, It's Completely Silent... And You Almost Wish There Was A Noise To Distract You From The Pain.

Then I Realised That I Was The God On This Occasion. I Had Tried To Help The Bluebottle, But It Wouldn't Let Me. And Then I Felt Sorry For God Because I Understood His Frustration. Sometimes When People Offer A Helping Hand, It Gets Pushed Away. People Always Want To Help Themselves First.