You can't build a child's future for them, all you can simply do is hand them the clay, and help them form a few edges along the way.

Innocense is wasted on those who can't truly comprehend it..for they do not understand how valuable it is...until it is gone.

When you wake up and smile to yourself in the mirror when you feel like you shouldn't. Your only betraying yourself as you stare at yourself and lie.

How is that when we reach to the sky we know its untamable, yet when we reach for are dreams we have hope when there both just as far off.

Memories are like blood, constantly flowing and constantly coming, and both as you die just seem to stop.

As one lays in the pool of crimson regret they shall always ask themselves the dreaded question of uncertinty...why?