Dream Life

                                       I love to sit in silence Beneath the shady trees And listen to the song of birds And to the buzz of bees.             I love to sit in silence And watch the clouds roll by Then read a book or sing a song And hear the wild bird cry. I love to sit in silence When the day is almost done And see behind the distant hill The paint glow of the sun. I love to sit in silence In the evening twilight And listen to the whippor- will Singing with all its might I love to sit in silence Beneath the starry sky And pray to all in earnest To Live in silence all the while.

                                       When you start losing yourself in huge and noisy crowds, trusting people for who you believe they are rather who they say they are, believing in kindness and compassion so much, you start to think that every human you meet is as kind and as compassionate as you are.                                          When you find yourself slipping away into the pit of darkness after you thought you conquered all your demons, feeling anxious before making an order even when you have rehearsed it 10 times, pouring your heart out to a stranger, but making enemies out of all the people you know. When you find yourself, giving people a 100 chances before they break you into millions of pieces, slashing one of your arms' cause you can't bear the sight of someone ...