I think that sometimes if you think about life as a picture you can paint a more than wonderful photo of the wind... It doesn’t sound like something I should have ended that sentence with but think about it... Most people in life find it...

Regret flows from the depths of my soul With the strength of a flood I have held these gates shut for too long And though tormenting, they should not be stopped. The thought of your anguish Even as I write to you now Stops my heart cold...

You are painting a portrait in your mind of how you think things are going to be, but when the real picture finally comes together, you will find that it's not the way you have imagined it at all.Everything you think I'm going to...