✝Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
Take notice of every small thing in life, you never now when one day may be your last. That everything ends, except for Love.
✝'Sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. But all the wrong sights. Not the sights you want to see.' S.E. Hinton's 'The Outsiders'