I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things.

I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things.

This is me!  I love the being in the dark and gazing at the night sky.

This is me! I love the being in the dark and gazing at the night sky.

Victoria Erickson (facebook: Victoria Erickson, writer)

Victoria Erickson (facebook: Victoria Erickson, writer)

i know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream - van gogh

Wednesday Words of Wisdom – April 17, 2013

i know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream - van gogh

Memories. Understand that I'm just trying to hold onto the one thing in life that isn't changing right now. We don't have forever. We have now. I just want to try and make it good. I get this daunting feeling everyday that I am just preparing for the day you will leave me. And it's killing me. Happy heathy and hopeful. That's everything I can wish for you babe.

Memories. Understand that I'm just trying to hold onto the one thing in life that isn't changing right now. We don't have forever. We have now. I just want to try and make it good. I get this daunting feeling everyday that I am just preparing for the day you will leave me. And it's killing me. Happy heathy and hopeful. That's everything I can wish for you babe.

I hope I never get tired of the night sky - http://themindsjournal.com/i-hope-i-never-get-tired-of-the-night-sky/

I hope I never get tired of the night sky - http://themindsjournal.com/i-hope-i-never-get-tired-of-the-night-sky/

She stared at the stars • like they were pillows for her mind • and in their light • she could rest • her heavy mind

She stared at the stars • like they were pillows for her mind • and in their light • she could rest • her heavy mind

sarah williams | from a poem titled, the old astronomer to his pupil.

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