dangerously close to one another

One day in the dead of oh-so-called winter, I looked out my back window and something was definitely missing. But why? Spring was singing in the air. Could we just be looking for some love? And I’m left cherishing the memories? If anyone happens to see them, tell this for me: there’s still a light in the window, and a warm cup-o-tea on my desk. Both waiting.

It seems like you’re always busy saving someone or something. An everyday hero. That takes round-the-clock commitment. And then you call it exactly what you want. I know it wll be likely a fight again and again. Some say the tighter your bond with somebody, the greater his need to break away, the more it will hurt. Which starts with posing questions. Few things move as quietly as the future. Dreams come true, without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them. A vision without the ability to execute is probably a hallucination. It’s nice to know that if you want something you can have it, but what you want spiritually, gotta work for. Every inch of the mile. Like right now: this is not an easy gig. - This is what we do. [ in silent lucidity ]