And She Already Has Her Treasure: It’s

I Want To Continue Being Crazy; Living My Life The Way I Dream It, And Not The Way The Other People Want It To Be.

I Receive Your Love And I Give You Mine. Not The Love Of A Man For A Woman, Not The Love Of A Father For A Child, Not The Love Of God For His Creatures, But A Love With No Name And No Explanation, Like A River That Cannot Explain Why It Follows A Particular Course, But Simply Flows Onwards. A Love That Asks For Nothing And Gives Nothing In Return; It Is Simply There. I Will Never Be Yours And You Will Never Be Mine; Nevertheless, I Can Honestly Say: I Love You

We Must Never Stop Dreaming. Dreams Provide Nourishment For The Soul, Just As A Meal Does For The Body. Many Times In Our Lives We See Our Dreams Shattered And Our Desires Frustrated, But We Have To Continue Dreaming. If We Don't, Our Soul Dies, And Agape Cannot Reach It.

The Power Of Storytelling Is Exactly This: To Bridge The Gaps Where Everything Else Has Crumbled.

Whenever Someone Dies, A Part Of The Universe Dies Too. Everything A Person Felt, Experience And Saw Dies With Them, Like Tears In The Rain.