I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

The train blows through towndelivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone”Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.

...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...

It's summer and time for wandering...

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanky.

We are fighting now to save that endangered species-the individual.

Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.

Eureka! (I have found it!).

Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.

In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified.

I'm part of the people who are more neutral. I'm just waiting for the dust to settle so that we can turn our guns against the Republicans.

The Tea Party has imparted political energy to common-sense American constitutionalism.

After a regime is removed, however, it is dangerous to leave a security vacuum.

Mary Kom is a woman who stood up alone in a male-dominated field and fought for her rights and what she believed in. Her story is an inspiration for every young person out there.