“I recognized everything, the waterfall and the lakes, the trees and paths. But they had forgotten me. That was bitter and I cried a lot. One should never return to sacred places.”

“I should curl up in a ball and cry. Instead i think about everything in the whole entire world that makes me angry - There is a lot, oh, there is a lot - and I start singing Justin Bieber at the top of my lungs.”

“When I returned, everything was different. Everything was calm, and I felt very clean. Everything was in order. Everything was as it should be. I had a secret. It was a guilty secret, certainly. But it was MY secret. I had something to hold on to. It was company. It kept me calm. It filled me up and emptied me out.”

“And I had forgotten to get more Sweet’N Low, so I had to drink coffee as bitter as I am.”

“He started to look at me in a manner I recognized: it was the way I looked at a new book, one I had never read before, one that surprised me with all it had to say.”

“Whispers of a forgotten shoreWhen I die, throw my ashes to the wind…Let it carry me along as my heart will lead my soul,to the places that took my breath away.Let it blow me about to return to those places..That I swore were so magical I would return,But have not,Let those forgotten shores, forgotten places,Be reunited with my eyes,The splendour and the overwhelming feeling of sheer happiness,Etch into my soul as I pass through one heaven into the nextWhere I shall live for eternityKnowing I made a promise and kept it,I forgot nothing,I left nothing behind,My loved ones will greet me or follow me,My broken promises were fixed,And the screams in my ears of a conscience I couldn’t escape,Faded to whispers,Till one day I shall return to Earth in a new vessel,Reborn to live and suffer and wish this wish of mine all over again,Knowing the fulfillment of being forever free….”