A publishing empire one line at a time

Mornings are not for answers, but for contemplation and observation.

The be never stops, no matter the color of the honey.

> Lost at sea doesn't mean you're gone. Just away for a while.

Trouble comes—and we must simply live above it.

“The Heart Wants what it Wants. But jumping out of a boat never seems wise.”

Sometimes we are born again through the memories we left in cold rooms.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

The sea loved the land, and the land loved the sea. A beautiful tragedy, which is why we all love the beach. It is where we can watch the almost of those two beautiful creatures.