An image is artifical covering on insecurities.

In society, keeping up appearences and expectations only last a certain amount of time.

Eyes never change. What they are and the sights they desire to see will remain the same.

You can't force poetry on a person..it has to "come" to you.

GREAT! It's another one of those things where a person can't truely understand me because THEY AREN'T ME!!!! I get that A LOT!

Why must there be a heart of gold in the middle of so many cold ones? They twist the soul of my being and freeze my blood until my body feels full of empty heaviness.

There is so much a person can take being alone. Those who fear that they will give away too much of themselves have no one to turn to except themselves...and there is so little comfort in one's confinment.

The heart of gold is so unjust compared to the empty chests of others.

Oops, I just realized that the pennies I had to buy me more time had fallen through the hole in the pocket of my mind!

I sacrifice my life for time; to get enough time so that I am able to succeed in the future.