Painting, a Picture, a Poem...

Many people will come in to our lives. They will leave out lives. And some people, some where down the line will come to stay in our lives forever. Though is there really such a thing as forever? For me, I have not found that forever friend, but when I do, I will be glad to let you know. These words are not just any old words or poems. They are the thoughts in which I think, the feelings in which I feel. This is the part of me in which I have kept hidden away from the rest of the world meaning people that do not understand others, such as my self. It is my heart. In the last 20 years of my life I have come to discover that everything revolves around one thing. Weather it is good, or bad. Happy or sad. Everything revolves around some kind of love. That is why "everything is love", to me. We all go through easy and hard times and in the end we always turn to the one thing we say we will never turn to or do again. And can you guess what that is? Love.