someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

c.s. lewis quotes makes an awful load of sense and that's what make his authored works such a lovely read. if only i were half as good. oh, those inspirations and meanings you find in deep and simple words.

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." love is such a horrid word sometimes. but you'd be a cold hard rock if you never loved. they say love makes you warm and fuzzy inside.. warm and fuzzy is soft and squishy, not hard as stone. yea, sure we get stomped, torn, shredded, beaten, shattered but if we never gave love a chance, we'd be a lonely pebble that never experienced warm and fuzzy. and once you've been loved, you just want to spread the warmth because it melts the heart and spreads out in goodness.. just like how chocolate melts in your mouth and spreads all around with goodness.

"Crying is all right in its own way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do." whoever thought the age-old adage of not crying of spiit milk would make so much sense? cry all you want but you'd still have to sop up the milk and you'd still have no milk left to drink. but no one said we couldn't cry.. sadness is not a crime. again, we're not an unfeeling piece of rock. we have feelings, and that's what makes us human. but once we wipe away those tears, life goes on. it always will.

"Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become." nuff said. it's merely just a salve to soothe the soul, watering the shrivelled leaves in hopes of bringing life back again.

you can make anything by writing

or so he said.