There comes a time in people’s lives, when they hear something,
A call, a mission, a path forward;
Only by truly listening can they move forward,
the only way to grow;
Why must man strain every task,
Only to succumb to his own folly?
Shouldn’t his will become reality?
Or through will his dreams materialize?
Such is the path of the believer and the dreamer.

If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.

— Edgar Allan Poe  (via forebidden)

Music that burns midnight oil

January 24, 2013
because “sorry” just isn’t quite fitting
Departing sunsets, last sunset with the family while on break in Australia