Once I friend told me "You have to let her go. She's like a butterfly, and if she really loves you she'll come back." Well...I've let you go now where are you?

We believe in the unreal for two reasons, One to escape and heal, the other...so we don't have to face reality.

My friends are the type of friends who love to dance in acid rain.

My friends are the type of friends who drink Coke and obey the Don't Drink Don't Drive rule.

My friends are the type of friends who read one page and think it's a chapter.

My friends are the type of friends who go to a cashier and ask where is the checkout line.

I may be weak and striving now, but just wait till I am perfect as can be and won't show you how.

Show me a hero and I'll show you a tragedy.

You may call me deaf,
You may call me blind,
But I'm protecting your freedom,
And dying for mankind.

Dedicated to my Uncle in Iraq and all the others. God Bless.

To paint a bright perfect picture, you have to use dark, imperfect paints.