“The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.”

—	Derek Walcott

‎"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down 'happy'. They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life." - John Lennon

I wonder.
How can I miss one being this much
As if the world cannot contain such a love
For I weep to be within the arms of his words
The voice and the eyes of the moon I seek
I feel you in between the valleys of my fingers
My mind longs to fit under yours
You make me feel like I fit
As though you have created a home for me
A roof and a fire to keep me reserved
You are the beautiful house
My Love, you are