When the wind blows and the rain falls, that's when I know I'm alive.

I love to listen to the thunder out side my window; it is how I know the world lives on outside my room.

Rain is the earths way of cleaning its self...If only we had not made such a mess of it.

I wish that I had wings, for I would fly away without looking back.

"It must be hard being you," he said.
"Not when you've been me your whole life," she replied.

I was amazed that there was someone around that could be so like me and yet so unlike me all at the same time.

And when the pain becomes too much, I simply remember that it means I'm still alive.

Would it be too grand a gesture for you to extend your hand?

Am I asking too much of your shattered heart?

Will you trust me enough to hold your heart in my hands? I promise I will not let you donw.