Where ever people exist, there is love. find it and blow on it with the love you bring. let it grow and warm you.
Thomas E. Hill wrote in 1887, “Never give all your pleasant words and sweetest smiles to strangers. The kindest words and sweetest smiles should be reserved for home. Home should be our heaven.”
Look into my eyes.
Can you really see into my soul?
Let me tell you a secret.
I have no soul.
Quit searching for meaning because there isn’t any.
Forget about love and money.
Hold my hand and fly with me.
I will show you what’s real.
Come into my dreams.
Kiss me softly, rock me gently, touch me here.
That’s enough. Leave me. But shoot me before you go.
–Haeun Héloïse Kim