He waits."And I think that is what I would like love to be. Leaving room for each other, knowing that not every step is going to be side by side.Giving more than taking. Waiting. Trusting,

Be a good person but do not waste time to prove it.

What is death if not these words that I say

You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”

Well, I'm pretty domestic actually. I walk my dog. I go grocery shopping. I hang out with friends. I'm pretty normal, whatever normal is, on my off time.

I look very different from how people expect me to be... Clearly they think I'm a great big fat viking.

Deep learning doesn't shine.

I grew up with heroes, people who made me aspire to raise my game, to dream bigger and I like to keep it that simple.

Poor and afflicted and oppressed people have faces, and we are required to look squarely into them. We can't love what we won't experience.

For a long time I thought I was a poet, but that's a high title to claim.

Sadly, some folks want others to feel their pain, to hurt as much as they do-or more. My grandmother once told me to avoid colds and angry people whenever I could. It's sound advice.