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!

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

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.

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.

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!

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.

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

An image is artifical covering on insecurities.

In order to be #1 , YOU have to make an effort. After all, no one is going to pave the sidewalk for you.