In my perfect world,
Everything would be nonsense.
And we'll keep working on the problem,
We know we'll never solve.
Of love's uneven remainders,
Our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame,
Like a painting on a wall,
Then I think we'd see the beauty then
We'd stand staring in awe.
the lovely bones
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart,
And can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.