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.

Time is something I can't afford these days; there is simply not enough hours in days.

Music is my life's cradle. It caresses my woes and carries me forth into a new day.

Surprises happen everyday! That's how you know that you always learn something new everyday!

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

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

Conscience, or in other words, THE TORTURER OF THE MIND!!!!!!