That Old Black Hole

A boy, a girl, no connection

Take one look in one direction

An exchange of words, a simple smile

Powers the heart to beat for miles

A common thought, a mutual passion

So intense, it must be rationed

Two ideas come together as one

Unsure of the ending, it has begun

I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on earth. Then I ask myself the same question.” -Harun Yahya

Oh Shel Silverstein. You make me smile.

Oh Shel Silverstein. You make me smile.