Monday, April 12, 2010

I love. I dream. I cry. - and keep believing..*

All the things my heart believes in seem so far from 'reality'. This generation, this time I was born into, doesn't feel like my own. "A generation grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken." I won't stop believing in Romanticism, in the good that exists in all people, in the human capacity to love and be loved, in hope and a greater meaning to everything we face.

Breathing and letting each day and night wash over us - that's not living.
I am alive..*

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