could it be you

did i really see you

or was it just a dream?

we have the same holes in our hearts.

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa

Not the way that I do love you

Holy moly, me, oh my, you're the apple of my eye

Girl, I've never loved one like you

Man, oh man, you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness

There ain't nothin' that I need

Well, hot & heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ

There ain't nothin' please me more than you

Ahh, Home

Let me come Home

Home is wherever I'm with you(2x)

La la la la, take me Home

Mommy, I'm coming Home

I'll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark

Girl, I've never loved one like you

Moats & boats & waterfalls, alley ways & pay phone calls

I've been everywhere with you

That's true

We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night

Nothin' new is sweeter than with you

And in the streets we're running free like it's only you and me

Geez, you're something to see.

Ahh, Home

Let me come Home

Home is wherever I'm with you(2x)

La la la la, take me Home

Baby, I'm coming Home

"Jade?"

"Alexander?"

"Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?"

"I sure do, you came jumping out after me."

"Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass and you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, I do."

"Well, there's something I never told you about that night."

"What didn't you tell me?"

"While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you and I never told you 'til just now."

"Now I know."

Ahh, Home

Let me come Home

Home is whenever I'm with you

Ahh, HomeLet me come Home

Home is when I'm alone with you

HomeLet me come Home

Home is wherever I'm with you

Ahh, Home

Yes, I am Home

Home is when I'm alone with you.

for what is our motive for holding onto all the little pieces of who we were?

do we hold onto our past because we are scared that our future will not be as good?

or is it maybe to remember our journey, and how it is we have grown?

love the small things

listen to the mustnts, child,

listen to the donts

listen to the shouldnts,

the impossibles,

the wonts

listen to the never haves,

then listen close to me…

anything can happen, child,

anything can be.
— Shel Silverstein

"Hope” is the thing with feathers —That perches in the soul —And sings the tune without the words —And never stops — at all —"

where do we go from here?

we don't sleep when the sun goes down, we don't waste no precious time

one day very soon

you are the thought that makes me sing

pretty pretty things

life's been good to me so far.

its time for summer and swimming and sunshine and sparkly eyes.