The truth is not always seen in preconceived beauty... sometimes it is written in the blood and wounds of an honest heart.

Bullying should never be brushed aside; it is real. For those who say people are too sensitive, we have all had those moments of being lost, vulnerable, letting our emotions control us. Words hurt. So choose your words with care and speak with love.

Not going to let the night defeat me.

My mind is a monster to my body.

I try to inform you of how I am, but then every trivial part of my day turns into something I could have done differently [your way].... a lesson that can be learned even when I am the only one involved and know how to never cross the problem again.

Stop drowning yourself in your past.

Okay, day. I will be up tomorrow to greet your sun. To let her know she has a friend. And instead of retreating back inside, feet rolling on vacuumed carpet, I will photograph your beauty and share its glory.

Stop making what was meant as good intentions, into a comparison that has little validity. Respect with an attempt at understanding. Think before you speak, before you hurt those who offer their lives for the heart of their country.

You deserve painless victories, without rheumatic bones and abnormal skin temperatures. I know nothing of your illness though. I fear your separation from her yet you whisper, "love is universal; love is life and life is a reflection of love."

In my heart of hearts I believe forgiveness is everlasting and for each human on this earth. But I alter between days, going back and forth in my mind: "It means me, it means me not."