Life is a tragedy for thoses who feel, |
"To see the |
Glistining tears turn into stars, |
Today I watched this tree fall. And I started to cry for it. Because as it fell I realized that it was just like me. It was ruined by the hand of man. |
Love is a lot like broken glass. When you pick up the pieces you get hurt. And when you glue it back together it is never fully reaches what it once was. |
What is this life without pain. It is apart of our very essence and how we live life and enjoy it. Big or small it still effects who we are. And how we handle it defines our souls. |
My nameless hero in life is a monster called Hope. |
Truth is a pathless land. |
It is only a good morning, if that morning begins in the afternoon. |
We are broken creatures, but our brokenness is not the end, and we can let the light in through the cracks |