I sit here staring at your coffin, to think just yesterday we were conversing about all of our wildest hopes and dreams. A funny thought - one moment your shoes are secured onto your feet and the next you find yourself tripping over that pesky shoelace that never seems to hold, I need a new pair of shoes. I’m not sure how life will go on without you, but I will manage. You always taught me to keep...

To be constantly stimulated, Is to be constantly trapped. Leaving no room for the imagination to roam; to roam through the meadows of depth, to fly among the clouds of desperation, to run through the fields of longing. We must accept that the silence we so much resent is the key to opening one’s mind. The sound of silence is to be at peace and to be able to live kindly amongst yourself. She is a f...