Beats surge one by one. Once more, the music greets me in the morning.
When you\’re falling into darkness, it\’s really not quite darkness. It\’s only shadows shaded by the rocks you thought were there…before.
Yellow bright walls have the ability to lift spirits.
How do you know when the door opens and when there is greatness behind it? How do you remember the small moments–the ones you don\’t want to forget?
The feet on carpet, feeling good beneath your feet. The trip upstairs, small patters indicating that you\’re there. And the creak of the door. Brass handles and decorative molding on the walls, corners. It\’s not over yet. Not quite.