“I have crossed oceans of time to find you.”
-Dracula

Let it go, 
Let it roll right off your shoulder 
Don’t you know 
The hardest part is over 
Let it in, 
Let your clarity define you 
In the end 
We will only just remember how it feels 

Let it slide, 
Let your troubles fall behind you 
Let it shine 
Until you feel it all around you 
And i don’t mind 
If it’s me you need to turn to 
We’ll get by, 
It’s the heart that really matters in the end 

Our lives are made 
In these small hours 
These little wonders, 
These twists & turns of fate 
Time falls away, 
But these small hours, 
These small hours still remain 

Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
E’en though it be a cross that raiseth me;
Still all my song would be nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

There let the way appear steps unto heav’n;
All that Thou sendest me in mercy giv’n;
Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

The with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

Lyrics: Sarah F. Adams, 1805-1848 
Music: Lowell Mason, 1792-1872 

Dear Anonymous,

You made me chuckle[a little bit]…

If you are referring to my quote from “Frankentein”, well that is just my acknowledgment of wonderfully put together words from an intelligent young woman with a mind far advance for those years. If you must know, I have no eery facination with death, I just appreciate fine art. I am beyond happy and loving everyday of my blessed life :D

but thanks for your thoughts…

Why did I not die? More miserable than man ever was before, why did I not sink into forgetfulness and rest? Death snatches away many blooming children, the only hopes of their doating parents: how many brides and youthful lovers have been one day in the bloom of health and hope, and the next a prey for worms and the decay of the tomb! Of what materials was I made, that I could thus resist so many shocks, which, like the turning of the wheel, continually renewed the torture?

But I was doomed to live;

-Mary Shelley, Frankenstein Chapter 21

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

-P. B. Shelley   CCXLVI. Ozymandias of Egypt

La pasión, es como un viento inquieto que se convierte en libertad

Es saber que hay alguien más que vive deseando poderte encontrar

Es viajar sin miedo entre las estrellas y la inmensidad

Es atravesar el fuego, caminar sobre las aguas

Convertir un sueño en realidad…

La pasión es ésa fuerza inmensa que mueve a toda la creación

Es saber que alguien te está esperando más allá donde se oculta el sol

Es borrar por siempre de ti la palabra soledad

Son dos almas que se unen llegando así a la eternidad…

 SARAH BRIGHTMAN - PASION